So, I'm a Mormon. Did the whole Mormon missionary thing. You're always in pairs, and you get pretty comfortable with your "companions" (you see each other in the shower, getting dressed, etc) out of sheer necessity. One day, my companion (a Chicano with stories to rival what you read on here) and I finish up breakfast and are getting started with our daily Bible study, when he startles me with a comment:
By the way, eres un caballo.
You're a horse. Is this an idiom I don't know? Maybe it means I'm a hard worker? His grin says no, you know exactly what I mean.
No. No, you're not talking to me about my penis.
Yeah, I am. Seriously, you're hung like a horse.
I'm a sheltered Mormon boy, so, naturally, this mortifies me. Men just don't talk to men about their penises.
But he's not content leaving it there. For well over a week, every time he's on the phone with another missionary, he has to slip it in. Oh, hey, did you know Elder ___'s crazy well-hung?
What are you doing, Elder? I half-scream. Eso no se hace!
You just don't do that.
So, yeah, I soon got the reputation as the most well-hung guy in the mission. And just look at the great places it's led me to.