So one day my husband called me from work.

The man loves to eat Hostess products, and the Ding Dongs are his favorite. That chocolaty confection wrapping itself so generously around its white, frothy middle is just more than he can handle. During one such Ding Dong store run, he just so happened to purchase a package where one of the Ding Dongs was smaller than the other one, so, being the mature man of the community that he is, he contacted me immediately.

Him: "Guess what? My Ding Dong is defective."

Me: "Yeah. And you just found that out."

Him: "No really! I just looked and when I took it out of the wrapper and one's smaller than the other."

Men.

Don't they ever do the urinal peek? One's always smaller than the other.

(Maybe if they took their ding dongs out of the wrapper more often they'd figure it out.)

The man even called the Hostess company. Why? Because he had to tell them about his defective Ding Dong. He was surprised when they hung up on him.

What did he expect? Everyone's Ding Dongs are defective at some point. It's the law of averages. I told him to try Cialis.

So entered the influx of Ding Dong jokes:

"This might be why your Ding Dong is defective..."

"Here. Maybe this will help your Ding Dong...."

"Aw. It's ok. Go ahead and eat your Ding Dong..."

"Have your wife eat your Ding Dong..."

OK. Great. Real class over here. So now we have an entire male population laughing about my husband's under-functioning Hostess product.