a hunter had just killed a deer, he came home with it, and his wife was cooking part of it for Sunday dinner.
his kids were fussy eaters so he didn't tell his kids what it was they were eating.
but his son kept pestering him...
"whats for supper, daddy??"
eventually he gives in...
"well, heres a clue, its what your mummy sometimes calls me "
"OH MY GOD" his daughter pipes up, "WERE EATING ARSEHOLE!!"