About 20 years ago I had a drunk topless girl jump in my front seat here in New York city, 45th and 10th avenue exactly at 10:13:22PM when I was at a stoplight, and she demanded I plow my face into her chest. So who was I to argue? My life obviously was in danger and I was scared to death, and then my face got stuck. To this day wife doesn’t understand, she was in the back seat, but you had to be there. I was soooo scared, paralyzed with fear like a possum I could not move.
Grand master, I think you’re leaving a lot out of that story. Finish the tale my friend.