[Frank the Tank]

Mine wasn't really a malfunction per se, but embarrassing none the less.

Back in the day at University I played football. Offensive line to be specific. So I was rather large. Not "fat" (like now), but 275lbs and looked like a Mack truck. Well after practise, if it was really hot and humid out which is very very common in Windsor, almost all of us would peel off our pads and shirts for the walk back to the locker room from the practise feild because we were roasting.

Well there was this guy John who worked the counter where people signed out basketballs and stuff, which was on the way to the locker room. He always said hi, so I'd say hi and occassionally chat with him. Like I said, he was nice.

Well, a couple of days later I'm in class and a female friend starts asking me a bunch of questions and I start thinking, right on, she digs me. Now I should preface this part by saying that I was in the Fine Art program. Ya, laugh, get it out, I could still kick all of your asses! So, a very very high percentage of my classmates are gay. Ya, John recruited my hot art friend to find out if I was gay because he was obssessed with me.

I kept my shirt on from that day on.