As a joke in junior high a friend and I would walk around his aunt's house and ask his family if anyone had "ever eaten at the 'Y'?" We'd throw up backwards peace sign in front of our mouths but refrain from wiggling about our tongues. We were after all in a Christian youth group.
This of course was in reference to eating pussy. I found it to be particularly funny since I was gay and I knew that pussy would never be an item I'd chose off a menu. I still find jokes about eating pussy to be hilarious.
One time his daft cousin Nell, several years older, replied with an astounding "Eaten at the 'Y'? I camp there for a week every year!"
My friend and I looked at each other and heaved with the sort of laughter that is so funny it doesn't make a sound. Nell thought we were talking about the YMCA camp grounds. She stared at us blankly not understanding why we were rolling on the floor.
Last Sunday I tarried along Valencia Street with Geof, a real keen guy. Good conversation and graffiti hunting-- I couldn't ask for anything more. I'm pretty sure the guy in the Douche Now picture below looks exactly like me.