The ladies social club, which meets every month in the parlor of the wealthy town dame, was enjoying their get-together and sipping their tea when the husband of the hostess tromped into the room and announced, "I'm going out now to spread some manure."
One of the ladies asked the hostess, "Can't you get him to say 'fertilizer'?"
She sighed and replied, "I've just recently gotten him to say 'manure'."