I was at a party attended largely by over-40s last night, and everyone got stomping on the dancefloor to Tina Turner’s Nutbush City Limits.

A little later, standing at the urinal, it hit me: Nutbush!?

It’s a funny word. What does it mean? Say it again, “Nutbush”. Think about nuts. And bush. And put them together. Was Tina trying to convey something about testicle hair to Ike?

Dear Ike:

Lord knows I’ve put up with a lot of your crap over the years.

But here’s the thing: Nutbush is the limit. Get that shit cut back, man, it’s just wrong.

Love,
Tina.

And then started humming to herself: Nutbush is the limit… short hop from there…

Ah. Tina was born in Nutbush, Tennessee. Guess that beats being born of Tennessee nutbush…