Once upon a time there was a young, handsome engineer named Marc. When Marc was in his mid-20’s, he had a sweet little condo in the Central West End with his girlfriend. (She is now a very successful brain surgeon in Texas. Yes. A brain surgeon. But that’s a post for a later date.)

One Saturday as Marc slept late, he heard a knock at the door. Figuring it was a neighbor/golfing buddy, he got out of bed, thought nothing of his appearance, and opened door. He was greeted by a nicely dressed black woman and her son.

The woman immediately began to preach to Marc about the saving grace of God and the joys of loving Jesus. Marc was in such a sleep induced haze that he just stood there for a minute. Then he realized the woman’s son was staring open-mouthed at his midsection. All of a sudden, he felt a bit of a breeze in a place a man typically doesn’t feel a breeze.

And then he realized his penis was hanging out of his boxers. He hurriedly closed the door.

Marc learned a valuable lesson that day. He learned to never open the door wearing only boxers and a t-shirt.

And I’m guessing the little boy learned a valuable lesson that day too. That penises come in different colors — colors like “white man”.