Several years ago, I hosted a kitchen tools party (Pampered Chef). The consultant suggested I make it a couples party and so I invited several people from my neighborhood. A few of the guys were game and they showed up with their wives. My husband greeted everyone at the door, handed the guys a beer and said, "Come in!"
The Consultant had a great spread in my living room. Two full tables of items to show and lots of food which had been prepared or was ready to prepare.
One of the husbands (a big, burly, Harley-riding, fighter pilot) came over and wouldn't come in the door. He said he was just there to deliver his wife and his mother to the party. However, he peeked inside and when he saw all the food and kitchen gadgets, his jaw dropped. He took a chair right up front!
He became the life of the party. Well....let's say the party took a different turn because every time the consultant pulled out a tool, he spelled out another use for it. An R-rated use. Fortunately, we were all friends and so no one was totally embarrassed. The Consultant was a great sport and pressed on with her demo.
This item became a personal massager:
When the rep described one item as the "Master Scraper" he said, "WHAT DID YOU SAY??!!!