I can't resist repeating this tale from an Aussie friend of mine back at Thunder's. He had been hanging for a year or more in his private "domain" when his wife walked in on him in the middle of his hanging session.
He kicked his apparatus under his computer/work table. Here is their conversation as I recall his relating it:
She: What are you doing there, honey?
He: Oh, nothing. I was just exercising my bum leg.
She: I didn't know you had a bum leg.
He: Yeah, but the exercise has really helped.
She turns to walk out, looks back at him.
She: If you say so honey, but I could swear you had something hanging from your dick.
:blush:
:O
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