I dunno gang.......Guys tend to come in two varieties. There are those who are so embarassed to TELL the embarassing moments that they keep quiet and the ones who could personally give a shit and do weird shit like mooning which proves it. My sailing partner and I are both in the second category.......We mooned the local yacht club on several occasions after a bombardment with the APYC. We weren't members and consistently won their regattas in two classes which didn't make us too popular to begin with.

My friend Randy on the other hand.......In high school he came out for the start of a cross-country meet, warmed up, pulled off his sweats, and failed to notice that he'd forgotten his shorts until the assembled crowd was laughing their asses off. Randy is a weird case in other areas too. He has never been able to whiz if anyone is watching. His brother and I always ribbed him about it and it became a joke that all of us enjoyed about "the Dick Watchers." So as Randy headed off to the john at wherever, one of us would tag along as the D-W Patrol. Now here's one where I found some embarassment. One night at a local stock car track, Randy heads for the can, one in a remote location rarely used. As we approached, no one had exited so I started a loud harangue about being on patrol for the Dick-Watchers.....and of course a huge redneck mortarforker walks out at this point. Another time I did a similar thing in a restaurant that had a long hallway back to the head, only to notice later that an old man was right behind me.

Spaw