A very large friend of mine and I were enjoying a few beers one evening at our favorite tavern. As the hour was growing late and his wife had a propensity to nag, I suggested we call it a night. He waved off my suggestion and ordered another round.
An hour or so later, I again suggested it might be time to head for home, predicting that he was, most likely, already due to receive an "azz chewing".
My 350 pound buddy calmly took another swig of his cold one and, without even looking at me, replied:
"No problem - I've got way more azz than she's got teeth"