Last night the wine-filled conversation turned somewhat philosophical and we were discussing the Second Coming. No wait, let me correct that: I was discussing the Second Coming.
Imagine: there was me yakking away until I realised my conversation partner ( ok, it was my ex – I wasn’t going to disclose it but it adds to the pun.) so I realised my ex looked at me in a funny way.
I blinked and then asked him: You do know what the Second Coming means, right?
He slowly shook his head.
So I explained to him about Little Baby Jesus and how He died for our sins etc etc.
His eyes lit up: Oh ok, I was confused. I thought for a second you were talking about multiple orgasms!
And that my friends is called irony.