One Word... Sounds Like... Biscuits
"Hi, honey, it's me," I said to my husband on the phone.
"Hey, what's up?" he replied.
Me: "I just got back from the orthopedist about my knee, and I wanted to let you know what he said."
Him: "OK. What's the verdict?"
Me: "He thinks I have a torn, um... a torn, um... shoot! I can't remember what it's called."
Him: "What does it sound like?"
Me: "Umm. Oh, I know. It's a torn Nabisco."
Him: "You have a torn cookie company?"
Me: "No. That's not right. Let me think. I have torn my... biscuits."
Him: "I don't think those are a part of the body."