Dick-breaker, the icebreaker.
Yeah, ok, that was my bad. I shouldn't just introduce a groundbreaking new concept like "dick breaker" (or "dick-breaker," or "dickbreaker," I haven't decided) and leave you in the lurch like that.
And, to be perfectly honest, I think "dick-breaker" is going to take off even before "Grapes in the Snow." (Although I'm certain that Grapes in the Snow is going to be huge too. It's just going to take a couple of months.)
Anyway, now might be the time for a couple practice dick-breakers. Try with me:
"Mom's being a real dick-breaker, eh, Dad?"
"We aren't allowed to eat meat on Fridays? The pope is the number one dick-breaker, if you ask me."
"Don't put your dick on the door frame like that, son. A fast-closing door can be a real dick-breaker."
"If I were to crack open Dick Clark's head with a hammer, I sure would be a dick-breaker. As it is, though, I just stabbed him."
"You're out of the salmon, huh? I guess I'll take the dick-breaker."
And so on. We're still pretty early in R&D here, obviously, but it has a lot of potential. This must be how the guy who discovered gasoline felt.