"P. S.   By the way, Robin, I thing "debase" is what "de-statue" stands on. . . ."

Reminds me of an old Jewish anecdote. A husband is away on a business trip when the hospital phones him. His wife is delivering. He drops everything, hops in the car and tries to make it back, but it breaks down and he misses the birth. He calls the hospital and to his horror, the phone is answered by his brother, not the brightest of all bulbs in the box, and who still has a heavy old country accent.
-How did the birth go?
-Vent vell, you hed tvins, a boy enda gerel. I named zem for you.
At this point, the guy gets worried.
-What did you name the girl?
-Denise.
-OH, that's a pretty name! What did you name the boy?
-Denephew.