LMAO @ Lilith - you could be right! Probably means he can't remember the incident either!

I was in a ski lodge with my ex in Killington Vt. We were sipping some schnapps and listening to the piano player. He got us involved with a song called, "Skeeter On My Peter". I had remembered this song from long ago, but he put a twist to it. He'd sing, "There's a skeeter on my peter" and we'd reply, "Whack it off!"

So it went like this...There's a skeeter on my peter, whack it off. There's a skeeter on my peter whack it off. There's a dozen on my cousin, I can hear those bastards buzzin', there's a skeeter on my peter...whack it off.

Then he suggested, "All you guys out there who might go muff diving tonight...yell whack it off". "There's a skeeter on my peter"...all the men replied with exuberance, "WHACK IT OFF"!

Then he said, "All the ladies who might go mustache riding tonight...yell whack it off". "There's a skeeter on my peter"...and I stood up and yelled "WHACK IT OFF" at the top of my lungs. I didn't hear a single soul say it with me. I turned around to face the crowded room and everyone was laughing their asses off. I took a bow...pointed to several of the other ladies there and called them liars...and made my ex stand and take me out of there!

I heard the piano player call for applause for me and he said he was taking a break because he didn't have an encore that could beat that!

OMFG!!!!! :roflmao:

Lixy, you made my morning with that one. :roflmao:

Closest thing I can think of to an "Oh no...." for me happened about six years or so ago.

I was in a grocery store not paying a whole hell of a lot of attention to anything but trying to get what was on my list and get the hell out. I was at the deli counter waiting for them to get me my sliced turkey breast (not sure why I remember that is what I was waiting for) when this little old man came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder. He said to me, "Son, the horse. It's trying to get out." I was in my own little world and it didn't really hit me what he meant. I must have had a confused look on my face so gave me a look that told me that I should probably check things out. Well, he was right. The zipper on the jeans I was wearing while changing the oil in my car earlier had apparently decided it was time to stop working. Of course I had chosen that day to go without underwear. Let's just say "it" was clearly visible. And he wasn't the only person who had noticed. Got a nice smile and a nod from a lady also waiting at the deli after he patted me on the shoulder and walked away. I could've died on the spot. :faint:

Go ahead and kid yourself. He's cherishing that moment!