A declaration used in parting from company when one is about to retire for the evening to sleep, but not before masturbating.
In delivery, there should be a slight pause between "sack" and "and" to emphasize that what was implied by the first statement was not what was actually intended.
Me: Well, guys... I oughta be getting along. Time to hit the sack... and then... go to bed.
My Company: (moment of dawning... laughs and jeers)
Someone or something that bites your ankles.
To a postman, an ankle biter is often known as a dog.
To an adult, an ankle biter may be a toddler.
To hikers, an ankle biter is sometimes a tick.
And so on.
When a man will search for hours to find something that is laying out in the open on a table. Items are often easily found by a women.
Man: "I have been searching for hours for keys."
Woman: "You mean the ones sitting there on the coffee table?"
Man: "Where?"
Woman: "Right there in the middle of that table."
Man: "oh, must have been Male Pattern Blindness"