My brother and I were in a bar in Tijuana. Way back in 1964 before you were born. A hooker came to our table and sat down and started rubbing his leg. Imagine her surprise when she discovered the specialness there.
LOL.
LOL. I had a friend (temple attender) who was excommunicated and I didn’t quite know how to bring up asking him if he had re-joined so I sat down next to him and gently during the conversation put my hand on his leg about where the garment line would be to see if he was wearing them. He was.
A friend of mine tells the story of when he was a young pup in East St. Louis, at a bar, when a ‘gal’ came over to his table and he discovered something special as well!