Let me tell you another story. You may be surprised to hear that there’s nothing I like better than sticking my hand up a little bear behind. Or up a small dog’s behind. Sometimes both at once.
Let me tell you a story. Back in the early 80’s I had just had a meal with my lovely wife at our favorite restaurant, Chez Quis. We were waiting outside for the valet to bring our car. The driver was new, sporting a ridiculous spiky hairstyle, constantly sneezing and wiping his nose on his sleeve, and really was quite the imbecile to boot. Anyhow, he kept bringing us the wrong damn automobile.