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Don’t be found guilty of this faux pas in mixed company.
If you find yourself itchin’ and a-twitchin’ in the presence of a snooty effeminate man-servant named Jeeves, he’ll loudly scowl and accuse you of harboring lice, crotch rot and/or terminal butt itch within earshot of everyone.
The guy’s a real dickhead, and although he doesn’t mind your friends, he despises YOU. Every time he walks by, he’ll roll his eyes and make the Teenage Girl Gila Monster Breath Sound.
Best course of action when he harshes your mellow is to stand up like a man, scratch where it itches, and make Jeeves squirm. (Same advice goes for the womenfolk.) Then you can politely return to the party as if nothing happened and enjoy a snifter or two of The Overnight Open Thread.
Tags: butt itch, Overnight Open Thread, squirming
