None. What. So. Ever.
Gentlemen. As you all know, one of us is secretly a woman.
But we’ve yet to achieve any success in identifying this feminine infiltrator.
That sneaky minx!
As such, I have prepared a series of statements designed to lure our intruder into revealing herself.
Ahem. “I say, there appears to be a one day sale in the local shoe emporium.”
“Gosh, look at the oiled torso of that semi-dressed labourer walking past outside.”
“My, that’s a lot of washing-up in the kitchen. If only someone could take care of it all…”
Hmm. I really thought at least one of those would work…
It’s almost as if your terribly misogynistic strategy had no effect at all.