I had the guy next to me at the dinner table ask if I'd been to the local strip club. Then he noted that he'd prefer the club be closer to his house to which I noted he'd need more semi truck parking... Then I received a full description of the germane logistics of the club, accompanied by deep gazes and even a forearm caress. Sitting directly across from me was an articulate ex-nun dressed in a perfectly starched white shirt.
Later on the phone, I got to hear three separate times about the stick of butter co-opted for hemroides treatment...
