So, me n' The Bestie went to that pornoriffic store Sexyland, in Commerceport. Figured we'd get some stuff to surprise our significant others with.
In our 16 years of knowing each other, I don't know that I've ever seen Jenny more ashamed or mortified to know me. Except for maybe that time we went to the Christian Family Bookstore while in Pittsburgh (they had breath mints called TESTAMINTS for fuck's sake, Jen! Was I not supposed to laugh?)
Anyhoo, the moral of the story is that even if you think you are incapable of being embarrassed, I find a way. In this case, it was was chasing Jenny around the store with a giant dildo while yelling "THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!!!"