True Story:I was having Dinner with friends in the USVI St. John at an outdoor restaraunt our table was elivated on what becomes the stage after 9:00 pm. My back was to the audience. I was wearing my typical evening tropical attire, sport kilt with sandals and a T shirt.
A very curious tree frog jumped on my lap. I slid my chair back in surprise and the rear legs slid off the edge. Well as you expect, I went **** over tea kettle. Full view of all patrons.
It was the only night I had not gone reg. the entire week. Thank heaven.
I can't even tell you why i decided to wear unders. The kilt gods were smiling down on me i guess.