I too have one! In gym class, we always had shirts and skins, but every now and again it got to hot and no one wore shirts. He made us strip to underwear and pants and of course me, the guy whos mom only bought tighty whities and wrote my name in permenent marker on the rim in the back, got chosen for the underwear team. So for an hour gym class I ran around in tiny fruit of the looms with my name written on them in front of 30 guys in boxers and 50 girls who were on the other side of the gym only shielded by a see thru net in the middle of the gym. I never lived this Freshman year expierience down!