But generally not to fellow humans.
At least. Usually you shouldn’t say them to strangers. I guess?
Me: Watching the cats eat in the hallway, standing near Isis’ bowl, because the other cats tend to inhale their food then just push her out of the way and eat hers.
Crinkles finishes and meanders over the dry food. Tinkles then finishes and meanders right over to Crinkle’s. Specifically, his butt. Face-plants herself in it.
“Ahh, yes–” I say to Shawn. “Nothing says dessert quite like a face full of ass.”
My husband: “I know when I finish supper, there’s nothing like a big ol’ bowl of ass.”