I have a good partner. How do I know this? The other night we were channel surfing and, at the bottom of the screen, a notice for a show called "Donkeypunch" popped up. "Donkeypunch?" I said. "They did not name a show Donkeypunch."
I have brothers. Disgusting brothers. Brothers who find such things funny. They were the ones who told me about this term (worse yet, their wives thought it was funny, too, and they tell their sons about such things and encourage such humor. Their sons are in first grade.)
Meanwhile, the Gentleman Caller was perplexed by my reaction. "What's a Donkeypunch?" he asked.
"Look it up on Urban Dictionary," I said. "It's just too disgusting to say."*
"Why don't you save me a step?"
So I did, and I told him.
"Why would you do something like that?" he asked. "That seems unnecessary."
That is the proper response to such things.