Just today actually
I was in Washington DC in the cafe of a museum with my mom, little sister and brother, on what could be liberally called a vacation. Went to the bathroom, I walk in and there some guy with his pants around his ankles staring down at his junk. luckily he was wearing a long button down shirt and I didn't see anything, but he quickly pulled up his pants as if nothing was out of the ordinary and proceeded to wash his hands while I relieved myself. Walked out of the restroom just as he left the cafe with who looked to be his girlfriend.
guess he was just making sure it was still attached before the date progressed any further. Ah well.

Length? not much apparently, the shirt wasn't that long...
( Arsonade is saving up for a new box of hummus, Tue 2 Jun 2009, 5:07, Reply)