I posted this true story early in my rookie year in GatChat. To me it's funny enough to repeat for those that didn't get it. =
Cannon & I lived in the same frat house. Now dental fraternities are not social; they are so we can afford dental lab equipment in the basement ... 25 bunsen burners, inlay/crown waxing stations, vacuum investment machines, burnout ovens, spring-wound casting arms, and acetylene torches for melting gold, etc.
I lived in a tiny room 2nd floor. Cannon, 1st floor, large room beneath the humongous plantation-like stairs. Saturdays we'd often go out to eat. So I bopped downstairs to check if he wanted to go, skipping a few steps at a bop. BC was fun to be with.
Now Cannon's room had a thick solid oak door about 4 ft wide, warped enough to wedge tight shut. Nobody drilled a doorknob hole in it, so Cannon put an external hinged swing padlock on it. If the opened lock was hanging there, then Billy was in. So continuous with my bounding-down motion I raised foot and karate-kicked open the door. I froze. Throughout this the seconds dragged on like interminable minutes? There, on the bed before me was a beautiful nude airline stewardess with a nude 248 lb Raiders TE. I felt my face heat red. Suddenly, my eyes were assailed with this all hairy, v-bodied athlete bounding up & down on the bed pointing & shouting: "Peep-freak, peep-freak." Below that poor girl was trying to grab sheets for cover but as she spent 85% time rotating in mid-air, she couldn't grab 'em. I bolted slamming the door, raced back to my room, wondering what hell havoc BC would reek on me.
To the man's credit for humbleness, instead of me having to beg forgiveness, Cannon actually got on his knees, then his hands, and looked under my bed and with a beckoning finger let me know it was safe to come out and go eat now.:D