It’s ok though. He’s a good healer.
One takes a nip of the tipple, the other takes the tip off a nipple.
Cleavesdropping.
Shoutout to my wife for dropping this one on me.
Edit: About 6 people have responded with "peek a boob" already. I applaud the effort, but to me that would be better nickname for nip slips.
So my wife and I are house/petsitting for some friends of ours. They have two cats, and a ten month old German Shepard. Being ten months old, the puppy is still a little rowdy. Tonite, after we took him for a walk, we let him kind of hang out in the house.
He still wanted to play, and jammed his elephant toy in my wife's face as she sat on the couch crocheting. She pulled back and he jammed it into her chest, then released and bit down to get a better grip on the toy.
In doing so he just clipped my wife's ahem nipple. She immediately pushed the dog away and grabbed the affected area. I stood up to help, somehow, and asked her if she was okay.
She looked me straight in the eye and said "Yeah, it's just a little nip." I couldn't be more proud.
He needs a little nip to get to sleep.
Nan: I need to nip out later to grab some velcro
Me: I'd buy online if I were you. Velcro is a right rip off...
Nan: No, it's quite reasonably priced I think.
Smiled slightly and left it at that. Two weeks on and she still has no idea!
uncle: it's another chinese night
me: chinese night? what do you mean?
uncle: there is a little nip in the air
when he spotted a turtle asleep on a log. So, he ambled on over and kicked it clear across the river.
"What did you do that for?" Asked a passing giraffe.
"Because I recognized it as the same turtle that took a nip out of my trunk 53 years ago."
"Wow, what a memory" commented the giraffe.
"Yes," said the elephant, "turtle recall".
Every year on Christmas we'll have Nat King Cole playing through the house and eventually "The Christmas Song" comes on. Without fail, Dad belts...
"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nosing at your nips."
Every year.
So my mom, my dad, and I were at the grocery store for snacks to take back to school with me. My mom goes to grab a box of Cheese-Nips, and I told her that I would rather have Cheese-Its instead. Then my dad looks over at me and casually asks me, "What's the matter, son? You don't like nips?"
