Ok, ok. Stop me if I've already told you this:

Years ago, when I was an innocent little girl from an Oklahoma town of 5,000 people, I went away to college at the University of Oklahoma and met and was immediately smitten by an adorable Jewish guy from Queens. One thing led to another and FINALLY he asked me to a movie. We went to the movie, walked back to the dorm and were sitting on the hood of my car talking, when suddenly he looked over at me, fingers laced behind his head, elbows up and out in that sexy, "Hey baby" way and he says, "So, do you ball?"

I, who had absolutely never imagined the word "ball" used as a verb meaning "do it like weasels," thought it must be his silly Noo Yawk accent again and he must be talking about BOWLING. So I looked back at him earnestly and said, "Yes, but not very well..."

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