Read the next word aloud: Moist.
Did the hair on your neck rise to the occasion? Did your coworker's shoulders just curl into a disgusted shiver?
The word makes us cringe, too. When Death Cab for Cutie front man Ben Gibbard recently asked an interviewer to not use that word, we turned to the poetic lyricists to save our cake-loving souls. He can make intense stalker-like lyrics sound sweetly ethereal (ergo: "I Will Possess Your Heart"); he was our last hope. But even the great Gibbard has yet to find an appropriate substitute within the English language.