" It's a guy thing. We like euphemisms. He could just as easily have said doing the nasty, shagging, banging, screwing, humping, baking the potato, boning, boom-boom, four-legged foxtrot, glazing the donut, hitting a home run, launching the meat missile, makin' bacon, opening the gates of Mordor, pelvic pinochle, planting the parsnip, releasing the kraken, rolling in the hay, stuffin' the muffin, or two-ball in the middle pocket..." He trailed off when he noticed their shocked expressions. "Or sex," he added. "He could have just said that."
"No wonder you don't have a girlfriend." Layla gave him a withering look. "I can't imagine a woman who would stick around after you took her for a nice dinner and then said, Hey babe, let's go launch the meat missile , or my personal favorite, release the kraken."
"I didn't say I used them." Sam loosened his collar. Why was the restaurant so damn hot?
"You know them. That's bad enough."
Dilip tipped his head to the side. "What's a kraken?"
"That's what I'm going to do to Sam's head in about three seconds," Layla said.
Sam smirked. "A kraken is an enormous mythical sea monster."
"Are we in middle school?" Layla looked around the bare room in mock confusion. "Because I could swear you were just talking about the size of your- "

― Sara Desai , The Marriage Game