I believe there is a story about Churchill being asked what piece of chicken he wanted. He replied that he wanted the breast. One elegant lady told him it was rude to say breast, rather he should have asked for white meat. Later, he gave her a corsage and told her to pin it on her ‘white meat’.
Haha. Churchill was a badass.
My parents have told me this story (I don’t remember it). When I was about 6, my parents took me to a fried chicken joint. The waitress asked what I wanted, and, not knowing how it sounded, I said, “I am a leg-man!”. The waitress apparently had to leave the table she was laughing so hard.
My parents were thankful that I was not a white-meat man at the time ... or we might have had to get another waitress.
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