Kind Of Meat

A hunter went into the woods, shot a deer and brought it back for the wife to cook for dinner. He did not want his children to know what kind of meat it is but for them to figure it out themselves:

SON: Daddy, what kind of meat is this?

DAD: I won't tell you so you have to figure it out yourself.

DAUGHTER: At least give us a hint!

DAD: Ok, it's what mummy calls me most of the times.

SON: Oh shit, Cynthia don't eat that, its an asshole!!!