Rain on my parade

I believe that I invented a new term today, and I had planned to use it here in a post this evening. The term was funny but crude. My conscience, also known as Mrs. Jib, nixed it though. Earlier in the day she had found it funny and much more tolerable, but I listen to my conscience when she changes her mind on things like this. Instead I am going to put the term in my pocket for possible future use. The only reason I bring this up is because I find the term quite clever, and it kills me not to use it. I promise, my loyal readers, that at some point I will use it to make a few of you chuckle and the rest of you revile me.