British

I once had a very formal editor in England. Very proper, very British. While chatting one day I told her I’d read in the paper about a laboratory in Switzerland that had been experimenting with transplanting pubic hair onto the head of bald guys. Initially the concept appeared to be good because that hair is thick and healthy and God knows it is tough stuff. But after having done a number of experimental transplants they discovered a problem – when the men’s scalps sweated, they smelled strongly like hot crotch. Obviously the process included transplanting the whole hair and its follicle so it wasn’t just the hair that got a new home upstairs. After I’d finished telling the story, my editor was quiet a while and then said very carefully and regally as only a Brit can „Well, I suppose that gives a whole new meaning to the word Dickhead.”