Sinning can be funny
Okay, before I get started with today's topic, I have to ask. Did anyone watch the Season Finale of Nip/Tuck last night? OMG!!!!!!!!!! I can't believe I almost missed it! I got up out of bed at 11:00 PM because silly me missed the 9:00 show! Bless F/X!
It was well worth getting up for just to confirm that my suspicions about The Carver were right all along--but the twist--heavens!
Can anyone tell me who The Carver was? Anybody...anybody...Bueller? If you can, I have a pressie for you.
Alright, sorry, I had to get that out of my system.
So, anyway, Dakota's dirt digging made me stop and think about how, well, boring I was. I'll be frank, I panicked. Because I couldn't remember one naughty, exciting thing that I'd done. There I sat at the kitchen table, a paper bag over my mouth, forcing myself to take deep breaths and not dial 911. I don't think they would have understood. I decided I needed to meditate on my dilemma.
I curled up in my little bed, pulled the covers over my head, chased the cat away and pushed back the childbirth induced fog that had clouded my memory and started laughing. You know those bags they have in the produce section? (And NO I didn't take one to bed with me and put it over my mouth). They're really really thin!
One day, long ago, in my pre-child, thin, semi-hottie days, my roommate and I got up early and tripped off to the local grocery store because you see, even party girls need to eat. Unfortunately said party girls didn't exactly live in the best part of town. We were new in the neighborhood and figured one grocery store was as good as the next, right? Neither of us had been in a store that kept a huge horse trough of dried pinto beans in the produce section.
Are you still with me?
We stood there in awe at the sight of so many beans, and she says, "Get some. They're cheap."
And I said, "You know how to cook pinto beans?" Yes, I was amazed and impressed with her prowess in the kitchen. While I filled the (very thin) produce bag half full of beans, because well, I have no idea how much beans three people will eat, I start telling her about my older brother.
He tried to teach a rooster to fly.
Well, we got the giggles at the image of my 9 YO brother swinging a rooster over his head (by a rope) and shouting, "FLY ROOSTER FLY" at the top of his lungs. I got so tickled, in fact, I decided to immitate him. Lo and behold, I raised that (very thin) produce bag of beans over my head and hoarsely cried out, "FLY ROOSTER FLY!" in the middle of the produce section of my local grocery store.
Did I mention how darned thin those bags were? To our absolute horror and amazement, the bag busted.
We stood there staring in horror and amazement at the mess we'd...okay I'd created, a sea of pinto beans, then ran like the cowardly party girls we were to the oposite end of the store.
And that is probably one of the funniest, most embarrassing things I've ever done (followed closely by falling down while bowling).
Midlife crisis successfully averted.
Soooooooooo, now it's your turn. You don't have to tell-all to win a pressie (you can just leave a friendly comment if you like), but if you play, I'll be your friend forever. And, I'll never tell a soul. Share your embarrassing moments. Don't fret; you're among friends here, friends who'll laugh with you, not at you. I promise. I'll even let you be annonymous, just use an alias.
Your reward? A download of Sasha White's "The Devil Inside" because everyone's got a bit of the devil in 'em, or a copy of my own "Once in a Blue Moon" because even bad girls need love, a copy of Wrangler Cowboy Christmas Volume VIII (including songs from Mark Wills, Vince Gill, Reba McEntire and George Strait) because even bad girls like Christmas music and Chocolate...the truly non-fattening kind (Origins Cocoa Therapy Instant Chocolate Fix) because naughty girls, and even reformed naughty girls, need to watch their figure.
And just a little FYI, apparently roosters don't *really* fly.
It was well worth getting up for just to confirm that my suspicions about The Carver were right all along--but the twist--heavens!
Can anyone tell me who The Carver was? Anybody...anybody...Bueller? If you can, I have a pressie for you.
Alright, sorry, I had to get that out of my system.
So, anyway, Dakota's dirt digging made me stop and think about how, well, boring I was. I'll be frank, I panicked. Because I couldn't remember one naughty, exciting thing that I'd done. There I sat at the kitchen table, a paper bag over my mouth, forcing myself to take deep breaths and not dial 911. I don't think they would have understood. I decided I needed to meditate on my dilemma.
I curled up in my little bed, pulled the covers over my head, chased the cat away and pushed back the childbirth induced fog that had clouded my memory and started laughing. You know those bags they have in the produce section? (And NO I didn't take one to bed with me and put it over my mouth). They're really really thin!
One day, long ago, in my pre-child, thin, semi-hottie days, my roommate and I got up early and tripped off to the local grocery store because you see, even party girls need to eat. Unfortunately said party girls didn't exactly live in the best part of town. We were new in the neighborhood and figured one grocery store was as good as the next, right? Neither of us had been in a store that kept a huge horse trough of dried pinto beans in the produce section.
Are you still with me?
We stood there in awe at the sight of so many beans, and she says, "Get some. They're cheap."
And I said, "You know how to cook pinto beans?" Yes, I was amazed and impressed with her prowess in the kitchen. While I filled the (very thin) produce bag half full of beans, because well, I have no idea how much beans three people will eat, I start telling her about my older brother.
He tried to teach a rooster to fly.
Well, we got the giggles at the image of my 9 YO brother swinging a rooster over his head (by a rope) and shouting, "FLY ROOSTER FLY" at the top of his lungs. I got so tickled, in fact, I decided to immitate him. Lo and behold, I raised that (very thin) produce bag of beans over my head and hoarsely cried out, "FLY ROOSTER FLY!" in the middle of the produce section of my local grocery store.
Did I mention how darned thin those bags were? To our absolute horror and amazement, the bag busted.
We stood there staring in horror and amazement at the mess we'd...okay I'd created, a sea of pinto beans, then ran like the cowardly party girls we were to the oposite end of the store.
And that is probably one of the funniest, most embarrassing things I've ever done (followed closely by falling down while bowling).
Midlife crisis successfully averted.
Soooooooooo, now it's your turn. You don't have to tell-all to win a pressie (you can just leave a friendly comment if you like), but if you play, I'll be your friend forever. And, I'll never tell a soul. Share your embarrassing moments. Don't fret; you're among friends here, friends who'll laugh with you, not at you. I promise. I'll even let you be annonymous, just use an alias.
Your reward? A download of Sasha White's "The Devil Inside" because everyone's got a bit of the devil in 'em, or a copy of my own "Once in a Blue Moon" because even bad girls need love, a copy of Wrangler Cowboy Christmas Volume VIII (including songs from Mark Wills, Vince Gill, Reba McEntire and George Strait) because even bad girls like Christmas music and Chocolate...the truly non-fattening kind (Origins Cocoa Therapy Instant Chocolate Fix) because naughty girls, and even reformed naughty girls, need to watch their figure.
And just a little FYI, apparently roosters don't *really* fly.
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40 Comments:
Hilarious, Cece! I know I have a lot of such moments in my life. Once I stop giggling, I'll be back.
I can honestly say we never tortured my Granny's rooster by trying to make it fly. God...I can see that so clearly and then I imagine the rooster trying to walk after his launch attempt.
Dear Lord!
CeCe (shaking head), that sounds like something I would do. Not the rooster part, of course, but the running and hiding after busting a bag of pintos.
What have I done that's embarrassing? Hmm...last Friday, I made out with my crush in the middle of a bar, which probably should embarrass me, but I enjoyed it way too much to even try to act bashful. So I guess I'll go with the time in junior high when my best friend and I both walked into a plate glass window in the middle of the mall. ;)
Robin
www.robindanner.com
Speaking of which...did the rooster survive the ordeal?
Cece, wonderful blog!!
Having grown up with a dad who practically insisted on pinto beans and cornbread every week (those beans are darn cheap!) you might have had an even more embarrassing moment if you'd gotten those beans home and eaten them all. You know what they say (or maybe you don't): "Beans, beans, the musical fruit. The more you eat, the more you toot. The more you toot the better you'll feel, eat pinto beans at every meal."
Dee
www.deesknight.com
Quentin was the Carver.
Hi Cece!
Loved the twisted ending on the two hour season finale of Nip/Tuck last night! Don't ya just love this show? I suspected that Quentin was the Carver (which he was), but never would have guessed that the detective, Kit McGraw, who was investigating the case was his sister and that she was also involved! Can't wait to see what they will come up with next season!
One of the most embarassing moments I've ever had is when I first met my husband and I was trying to impress him so I invited him to dinner. I was going to make a meatloaf. I ran out of crackers so I substituted oats instead. Can you tell I didn't have any experience in cooking? Well, to make a long story short, it didn't turn out too well. It was so bad that after the first bite, we ended up not eating it. But, he did ask me out again. :) My husband and I have been married for 30 years and he still likes to tell the story of my "oatloaf"! It's good for a laugh! My cooking has improved over the years, but he cooks better than me, so I let him!!
Hope you have a happy holiday season!!
Jenna! So glad I'm not alone!
Robin re: making out with your crust last week--All i can say is YAHOOOOOOOOO Way to score one for the home team!
And yes the rooster survived but the rest of this tale is not for the faint of heart or animal lovers.
At the time we lived in the PI (dad was military this was 36 years ago) in base housing. Mom and Dad were getting ready for a party when the whole ordeal went down so Nina, our house girl, said she'd get her brother to take it. They put the poor rooster in box on the picnic table and then someone lit the grill for the party and, well, it was windy. The box blew and the rooster went on to become a very mean fighting cock.
Embarrassing moments?
How much time ya got??!
Lessee...so MANY to choose from...
Okay, keeping with the spirit of the bean thing--and I SWEAR this is the truth, I SWEAR...I have my own personal little poltergeist...
When I was little, we were very, very poor (not like now, of course, ha-ha). Beans were a staple of the meals. Cheap, but horrendous side-effects, as Dee said.
So one day Dad brought home a gift from the Good Will. A 50-cent bowling set! Well, not exactly a set--a plastic ball with 3 pins, but we were THRILLED (yes, we were VERY poor). I was only about seven, so this was exciting to me!
So we crowded into my brother's bedroom on this rainy afternoon, and bowled with our little lightweight plastic set.
My turn.
The pins are in front of the closet. The window is behind me.
So I bend over to roll the ball...
Yep. A truly loud, melodious little toot filled the expectant silence of the tiny little bedroom.
And at the exact SAME moment as the toot, the window shade behind me just snapped, as if somebody had yanked the string, flew up into its roller, and did a vicious wraparound, like it had somehow been VIOLATED!
Needless to say, my siblings fell out on the floor and laughed until they freaking gagged.
God's truth.
And me?
I never bowled another 3-pin plastic game as long as I lived...
OMG RObin that should have been crush! PS we all have embarrassing girlfriend stories ;-)
One time, i cut my best friend's hair. Now this ain't so bad considering I used to be a hairdresser. But I was drunk at the time. 8-O
My most embarrassing moment:
When I was first married my parents would give us chickens they had butchered. Being spoiled, Mom would label the bags either 'roaster' or 'fryer'. The fryer ones she had already cut up so all I had to do was coat the pieces and fry. One Sunday I took out a chicken(thought it was a 'roaster') and popped it in the oven.
Upon checking to see how brown it was coming or if it needed any liquid I let out a scream. To my horror the chicken was in pieces and I could not believe my eyes. I screamed to hubby 'the chicken exploded', what ever could have happened?' He comes running and then, upon further investigation, says 'you put in a fryer. As it started cooking the pieces fell apart and I thought it had exploded; that was the only explanation I could think of. How could a whole chicken be in pieces unless it had exploded.
Dee! *howling* My parents are yankees so we never ate beans! I was a deprived child--can I get my money back?
Robynl Email me! cece at celiastuart.com
I've got something for you!
Annalissa *psst* I've used oatmeal in my meatloaf too. That's hysterical. And congrats on so many happy years together.
I'm a total Nip/Tuck JUNKIE! I NEVER expected for Kit to be his sister but then, they're known for their twists and frankly I think the writers have a very warped sense of humor.
I can't wait for next season either! I KNOW there's something wrong with that baby! And and what's gonna happen to Matt's friend? I can't stand it!
Since you and Robyn posted so close together, you email me too. I've got a Christmas pressie for my fellow Nip/Tuck-er. ;-)
Oh, I have so many embarassing moments. I remember my first year of nursing school clinicals, we had to carry everything in our pockets that we might need. The hospital would lock our purse etc. up until we were ready to leave for the day. So of course, I go to assess my patient with the usual fare in my pockets(pen light, ink pen, notepad, etc.). I had also placed a tampon in my pocket,not wanting to search for someone to retrieve my purse if I needed one. Well you can imagine my patient's surprise when I accidentally pulled out the tampon, rather than the pen light to check her eyes! She blessedly had a good sense of humor, and we both had a good laugh over my error.
I have also lost my bathing suit top, jumping off the high platform at the pool. I have fallen more times than I can remember. I am certain, the only reason I have not spilled beans is that I buy them in a sealed bag. Lol, sometimes grace eludes me!
OMG Violated window shades and exploding chickens! I love it ladies!
LMAO @ Raine. I can just picture that in my mind! LOl
Hmm My own embarrassing moment? I knwo there are a few, but I thinkI've blocked them from my memory cuz I just can;t remember right now. LOL
I mis-read your title as "Singing can be Fun" and it is, especially when you make up lyrics about your dog to a standard tune. We do that in our house all the time, because we're just that weird.
Anyway, I loved your rooster story. Bizarre and funny. thanks for sharing.
Well, Beth talked about falling down the stairs in front of 500 students.
I think I can top that. Try falling up the stairs in front of 500 students.
Yep. Tripped on the stairs and lurched up 3-4 stairs before I crashed.
What can I say? Talent and grace. That's me.
You know when you're all doodied up? You're at your sexy best. But the Gods curse you and your 18/19 years old. You're looking f-i-n-e though. Sweet baby, grr.
Then you have too much sambuca. Shot glasses? Who the hell needs a shot glass when you can drink from the bottle you stored outside in a snowbank?
You're trying to impress the guy you like by showing how, um, brilliant you are and you're standing at the top of the stairs. You're talking animatedly to said cute guy when you step back to describe something. All of a sudden the floor is gone. You have one brief moment where all you can think is "Ffffffffffuuuuuuu*******" before you're ass over eyelashes going down the stairs.
You hit the bottom. Hard. Enough to crack the drywall.
Party comes to a grinding halt as people come to see what happened. Cute guy is standing at the top shouting "My dad is going to kill me! Look at what you did to the wall. I can't fix that! You moron!"
Meanwhile you wore this little skirt to impress the cute guy and it's up at your eyes so you're flashing your dainty pink panties with black polka-dots and there's a river of sambuca soaking into the carpet all the way down the stairs. Then you discover you have rugburn on your ass from your tumble, never mind the pain in your head from when you smashed into the now broken wall. You're seeing the cute guy in double when the first giggle erupts. It's your friends. Hi friends...rot in hell.
Then the bad ass of the group leans against the door frame as he removes the cigarette from behind his ear. "Nice panties," he drawls, pushes himself up and takes the bottle from your hand and proceeds to drink the rest of your booze that you paid good money for. You also find out you bashed your elbow on the wood beam running along the stairs so now you're bleeding on sambuca soaked carpet while said cute guy rails at you "Dumb ass! Look at the wall! What is wrong with you?! God, I'm dead. D-e-a-d."
Yeah...well, that never happened to me.
Ok here goes, this happened in the late 70's but I remember this as if it was yesterday.
My boyfriend (who is now my dh) and I went to Las Vegas. Our first time taking a trip together. So I thought I would make a slinky, sexy dress. The dress looked very, very nice and showed a lot of skin.
As we were walking to dinner, right there in the middle of the very crowded casino, my dh turns and practically yells "a thousand dollars?" Now being that I was young and naive, I turn about a zillion shades of red. And since I have a lot of skin showing means there was a lot of red showing. dh hugs me close and says that he's very lucky man!
That man can still make me blush. ;)
I once went to a job interview. I'd been on several, in succession, at that point. I'd been given the "standard typing test" about 300 times...you know...type these three paragraphs over and over for 10 minutes then we see how fast you type and how many mistakes you make.
I sat down at the "testing station" at this umpteenth job interview. The typing test was on an IMB Selectric (yep...the dark ages). I wasn't given any particular instruction for this test that made me believe it was any different from any other typing test I'd ever taken.
The test consisted of three paragraphs:
1) Type a letter from Mr. Taysi to the Board recommending the sale of the properties in Chile;
2) Look up the parcel numbers of the properties and include them as an attachment;
3) Using the Tr*ll*um Corp manual please compose a Memorandum to staff about the company's dress code;
OK...I typed those three paragraphs about 300 times in ten minutes. The woman testing me gave me a really strange look and sent me on my way.
About 10 minutes after I left the interview, I was trying on clothes in a little shop...and it hit me. I slid down the back wall of the dressing room in dire mortification and embarrassment. The test had not been to type the paragraphs...the test had been to follow the instructions and compose documents.
At least I was alone in the dressing room. I was so embarrassed. I wrote a letter to the company telling them I was not an idiot--but never heard from them. Go figure.
Dayum Jenna! I scared the cats I laughed so hard!!!!!!!
Must. Catch. Up.
Bonnie! We do the same thing with our cats! Speaking of singing and embarrassing...I D/led some music from Walmart.com including Aerosmith cuz I love me some classic rock, and burn it to a CD. So off we go to the store and my kids say, "Who's that?" "Dudes that's Aerosmith. don't know you know anything?"
(Mama tries ya'll). So we listen a bit more and #1 son (he's 12) goes, "Is he saying dude looks like an anus?"
I'm still laughing.
OMG Bama! Reminds me of a card a friend gave me once. On the outside there's a waitress with a tampon stuck behind her ear and on the inside it said, "has anyone seen my pencil?"
Sasha...I know you have or have seen some embarrassing things as a bartender. *tapping foot* ;-)
Sherrill hon, bless you, I've done it too! And Beth, yup I fell down me some stairs. Ankles are curse, i tell you. BTW I think I owned those shoes. I wore then to a Bon Jovi concert *ahem* years ago. New Jersey anyone? I even stood on the chair and no I didn't fall down, but a lot of guys got flashed that night. 8-O
Oh my god, Cece. "Dude looks like an anus!" I am howling so hard I'm crying.
I have a toilet story (Man, I got a story for everything and it's usually me at my coolest in front of whatever guy I'm hot for at the time...sigh. Damn you Fates!)
When I was 16 I went on a West Coast trip with my outdoor ed. class. This involves jamming 16-20 teenagers onto a schooner and telling them "Don't fall over." (I didn't. Thank Gawd. But I almost did when we went full-sail because I'm a little bit and there was nothing to hold onto. A couple of crewmen jammed me between crates when I nearly slid over the edge. Sweet.)
But they also say "When using the head, pump 8 (I can't remember the exact amount but 8 seems like a nice number to use) times to form a really good suction." (Wow, I reread this line and...wrong. That's just wrong.)
So I'm dutifully counting as I pump (man...again - wrong) when all of a sudden there's this gurgle. Now, it's never done this to me before. I look and the toilet barfed on me. Oh. My. Freakin'. God.
I screamed. I mean...I screamed. Loud. Long. High. I am freaking out. I have blue stuff all over me, I have pee-sea water on me. In my hair, in my eyes, in my mouth. Gag.
The first one to my rescue? Tony. Gawd...anyone but Tony. We were on KP duty together at the time of my call of nature. Grrr...Tony. He howled. Like a hyena. Do you know how hard it is to look cool when the older guy you're madly in love with is laughing because you have crap all over you? At least I hadn't...y'know like this other kid had (and yeah - the Head barfed on him...I mean...eeeew.)
I wish I had fallen in.
So many embarrassing moments, but luckily I've blocked most of them out. Two stick in my mind. Freshman year in high school I chased this red-headed field hockey player all through school, leaving notes in his locker and following him googly-eyed. He was a senior. Think I still have a snapshot of him too ;-)
The other moment is when my big cousins crossed the creek using the board bridge and left me stranded on an island. I must have been around 4 or 5. Hmm, maybe that's not so much embarrassing as traumatic!
Shara
www.sharalanel.com
I remember my parents arriving at college with a present in their hands for my 18th birthday. It was noon and my roommate and I had just woken up and were not feeling our best.
Hi Cece, thanks for the laugh. My most embarrassing moment was during my school prom when I was 16. I wore new shoes - BIG mistake because barely an hour into the party, it started to scrape the back of my ankle. Every step was a pain - imagine me hobbling around the room.
Okay.. this post had me WEEPING with laughter.
The most embarrassing and funny thing I've EVER done. It was Millennia New Year's. My sister had a party for the entire family at her place in East Texas. We had a VERY large bonfire. I proceeded to get totally smashed (drank nearly an entire bottle of tequila all alone) and told my mother (my dear sweet mother who NEVER cusses) that I was so f'ing drunk OVER and OVER again. Then I did the Millennia Dance in front of the bonfire and promptly passed out on the frigid bathroom floor.
Ahhh... memories.
I'm almost in tears over this one! TOO funny!
I can't think of anything right now (maybe they were so tramatic that I have blocked them)so I'd just like to say Merry Christmas to everyone
LOL Cece!
my most embarrasing - well have you ever laughed so hard you hard to pee - we all have ok - once at Christmas at my Granny's my cousin had me going so bad I stood w/ legs crossed then decided to sit. Well I sat on the corner of the bed and bounced like it was a trampoline right to the floor - laughed harder... you can image what happened next - =)
Cece--
Wonderful blog. The rooster image will stay with me for a long time. My grandma had chickens and of course a rooster since they wanted eggs. All of those fowl creatures were just nasty -- they peck at you! Your brother must have been very brave or very quick to even pick the damn thing up.
All my bad moments have been outed by Ms. Dakota -- so I'll let the others have the floor.
Rae Morgan
LOL Shelly--Too funny and too sweet that he can still make you blush!
Darragha--after that many test I'da probably done the SAME thing!
Jessica--growing up steak was a VERY rare treat! It wasn't until I was an adult that I found out it wasn't supposed to be tough *g* I'da probably done the same thing! Bless your son's heart, I think it's their lot in life to embarrass us! But that's okay cuz someday...someday...they'll come dragging a girl home and we get to whip out the pictures--you know the ones. The really really embarrassing ones we're saving for JUST the right occasion!
Jenna barfing heads? I have a feeling going drinking with you would be a riot!
I can't even listen to that song with a straight face anymore. I wanna know what happened to the bad boy from the party. Yeah, I had to ask ;-)
Shara...Methinks high school crushes is a WHOLE nother blog! I had the worst crush on this guy from Jr. high till the time he graduated and my best friend STILL reminds me about it. What ever happened to that redhead? *ggg*
Maureen--BUSTED! LOL talk about a birthday to remember but I hope ya'll slept in after celebrating the night before ;-)
Jenny your poor feet! And, of course on the most important night of your high school...ahem...career!
Mik...I'm never gonna let you live that down. Never. BWAAAAAA Bless the porcelain god.
Bec...IThey ain't nothing in the world like drunk logic! Thank god the kids were sleeping so they didn't come in here wondering why I was laughing!
Hey Voodoo! glad you're enjoying the stories as much as I am!
Terri--aren't Candie's back in style? And hey, did you get your man?
Merry Christmas Jeanette!
Dennie at least it was at a relatives house and not in front of say...Chris Cagle *PFFT*
Rae...thanks for stopping by!
ya'll stay tuned. I'm gonna pick some winners in a little while.
Cece,
You are seriously ill. ROFLMAO. I enjoyed this one.
Tanya
Oh my god!! These stories are hilarious and I just wanted to say thanks for the laughs...LOL. I really needed that little boost today.
And nip/tuck...:) I hate to say it, but I guessed the sister thing as soon as she started talking about it. My brother-in-law hates me...LOL.
Trista
Tanya in my defense, it was a LONG time ago.
Trista I figured with three ...or is it four...days to go till Christmas we could all use a good laugh. Glad you enjoyed the reading!
Bec the kids liked that one (and so did I)! LOL Yes, they were in here while I was chuckling!
I'll be back around 8:30 central time with the winners!
I have no idea what happened to the bad boy, Cece. He probably wound up in jail after robbing a bank to buy more beer. Or he cleaned up, got married and has a passel of kids. He was a head banger: long black hair (always a little greasy...one word, bad boy - Pert), motorcycle jacket...white tube socks that were so dirty they were grey - yuck. He actually had the best phone voice I have ever...I mean ever heard.
He called once about us grabbing beer for a house party (we were the first ones at 18) and I was all "Who is this?"
"A."
"No. Seriously. Who is this?" Thinking, yeah, let's get naked now.
"A. W, tell her it's me."
"It's A," said W and handed the phone back.
I looked at the phone and my friend who was dating A. "Wow. He's, like, sexy on the phone." Friend nodded with a knowing smile.
It was the best phone conversation of my life. I still get all goose bumply when I recall it.
Hm...wonder what happened to him and if he wears clean socks now. Course if I were to see him he'd be all "I saw your polka dot panties."
And I'd die on the spot.
Wait! That didn't happen to me.
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