We made a t-shirt.

Technically, a guy with a t-shirt store across from one of my favorite places to eat put the lettering on the t-shirt, but we did everything else. Including giving him warning before telling him exactly what it meant. This was our conversation:


Very Nice Older Man Who Stood with His Hands in His Pockets:
Bukkake. Did I spell it right here? What does it mean exactly?

Olive (blushing profusely and thinking of running away):
Yes, um, let me check, um. Yes, you spelled it right.

Man:
What did you say it meant again?

Blusher:
It's maybe not right for counter-top conversation.

Man:
(blank stare, shuffling of feet)

Blusher:
It's kind of dirty. I could tell you, but.

Man:
How bout I just look it up when you leave?

Blusher:
(returning to normal color) Great idea. Make sure not to forget.