So there I was at the college picnic, wearing a Micky Mouse T-shirt, MM being directly over the left side of my ........chest. This unkempt, furry lad approaches with what he must have believed to be a charming leer, saying, "Hi, ha-ha, I'm a Micky Mouse fan." I looked politely inquisitive. He, apparently feeling encouraged, continued, "Can I kiss Micky?"

Yep. Guaranteed him the number one spot on the fecal roster in my all-girl dorm.

Australian foreplay from the other side of the bed:

Sheila to Jack, "Eh! You up?"