(I make no judgements about content. I'm simply purging some of the clutter that's been inside my head since 1983.)
"Listen, Chuck. Uh...you don't know what a dingleberry is, do you?"
~Me, to my friend Chuck, just after a gorgeous blond walked past us in the lunchroom during our sophomore year. In a failed attempt to impress her, Chuck loudly expressed his desire to kiss her on something that's not typically on the list of things people pucker up to.