A.: Oh no. Where's Willy?
Me: Put your hand in your pants and look for him!
A.: He's not here! He is a bit small. The last I remember of Willy is that I had my hand on him right before we went to the bar.
(After more fruitless searching)
A.: Oh, I expect he'll pop up somewhere.

Just to clarify, the above conversation took place at Cafe Cosmo last night, when we chanced upon the Happy Family card game. We had opened up the pack to check out the rather strange names the characters had. The very first card turned out to be that of Willy Weeder, who was, rather unfortunately, featured holding a hose in a rather suggestive position. This, puerile and juvenile as it was, naturally had me in stitches.

A. and I wanted to share this with M., but as she was involved in a discussion with someone else, we decided to go get our drinks first before showing the card to her. Somewhere in between the bar and our seats, I noticed that neither one of us was holding the deck of cards and asked A. where they were. He took them out from his pants pocket and put them on the table, whereupon I discovered the card we wanted to show M. was missing.

We related this anecdote (including the abovementioned conversation) to M. later. Her response? Knowing A., Willy will probably pop up all shrivelled up from the wash after we get home.