My soon-to-be coworkers recently threw me a goodbye party during my current visit to Seattle, as is the tradition among my people.
At some point during the festivities, someone brought me an entirely too small pink tanktop and directed me to strip down and don it. Having known these people for some time now, I knew refusal would get me nowhere, so I complied. Naturally a camera was quickly unholstered to record the event for posterity. I'm sure the pic was on various MySpace pages within the hour.
As the pic made it rounds in the office the next day, my coworkers attempted to use it to cultivate various feelings of embarrassment and shame, but I stymied them all by shrugging it off as no big deal.
You see, once you've been busted in public in a pink bunny suit wearing assless (and crotchless!) chaps, it takes a little more than wearing a simple pink wife-beater to make one blush...