I had a flattering bigfoot experience this mornining. After a sleepless night, I didn't bother to really dress, and just pulled on some sweats. The landscapers show up early morning to do the lawn, etc. I step outside to go to the garage, and the boss calls me over to discuss changing the sprinkler timer now that the weather is cooler. We start chatting, and he apologizes to me when he realizes that he had forgotten to return a garden implement of mine that he had "borrowed" while I was away on a business trip two weeks ago.
"Keep it, I said. It was old, and I already bought a new one. Actually, I'm relieved to find out what happened to it, because a few other things have vanished around here, and I was starting to worry about the neighborhood."
We talked about one or two other strange disappearances, and I mentioned that a pair of wet, muddy sneakers that I had left on the back steps after doing yard work had vanished overnight a while back. "I don't know who would take them," I continued. "Who around here fits in a size 15 shoe?"
"Really?" He said. "You wear a 15!?"
"Yea," I said, holding up a foot.
"Oh!" He continued. "That explains why your dick is so big in those things!!"