Obsessed

Andrew was writing at his desk in the spare bedroom.
"What ya doin'?" his wife said.
"Writing a drabble," said Andrew.
"You're obsessed with those bloody things!"
"Technically, this one isn't a pure drabble, it's... kind of an alloy of a drabble and a joke."
"So it's a... droke?"
"Possibly more of a jobble," said Andrew.
"Whatever. Listen, I'm in the mood for a good pussy pounding. What are the chances, babe?"
"That's do-able. Just bear in mind that if I'm on the short strokes and I get an idea for a drabble, you'll have to finish yourself off."