This is a joke I first heard my grandmother tell. She loved a good bawdy joke and was a very funny lady. Worked as a teacher and school principal all her life. We never knew where she picked up these jokes, but they were generally good ones. Forgive the language, but it’s necessary to the set-up.

Four men are sitting in a bar, talking and shooting the breeze. Suddenly, a fifth man rushes in, screaming, red-faced and furious at one of the four, and grabs him up by the lapels and gets right in his face, ready to kill him.” You philandering, marriage-wrecking SOB!! I heard you said there’s a mole on my wife’s pussy!”

“Hold on there,” the soon-to-be victim says, “And just calm down. You don’t need to get so riled. What I said was it felt like it.”