I’m with you on that! Funny, but true, story. Eons ago when I was young I dated a motorcycle guy and my younger sister was dating a buddy of his. One night while the four of us were out on the bikes, he laid his bike down. Now he was wearing a jacket, helmet, and boots but was a staunch “commando” kind of guy. Well, I won’t describe in detail what the zipper of his jeans did to a certain body part but suffice to say, he never rode his bike “commando” again. Much to the chagrin of my sister, he was out of commission for awhile (prolonged by her sick sense of humor causing the scabs to break open and start the healing process anew).
I’m with you on that! Funny, but true, story. Eons ago when I was young I dated a motorcycle guy and my younger sister was dating a buddy of his. One night while the four of us were out on the bikes, he laid his bike down. Now he was wearing a jacket, helmet, and boots but was a staunch “commando” kind of guy. Well, I won’t describe in detail what the zipper of his jeans did to a certain body part but suffice to say, he never rode his bike “commando” again. Much to the chagrin of my sister, he was out of commission for awhile (prolonged by her sick sense of humor causing the scabs to break open and start the healing process anew).