The fact that the three men on the left are apparently clones or identical twins came close to being the focus of this joke.  I threw a lot of different jokes away on this one, in fact.

What kept coming back to me was the idea that this discussion somehow involved a feminine hygiene spray.  I have no idea why.  It’s kind of a cheap, gutter-level source of humor.  I even thought George Carlin was stooping when he suggested coming out with one called “Sprunt.”

But the idea really fought its way back to my forebrain every time I tried to discard it, so it led me here.  As much as I analyze it, I may never understand my joke-writing process.