Cheese in the locker room

[RobinFinderson]

Every locker room has its Big Cheese, the dude that walks around nekid with zero inhibition. He dries himself off with a towel, spreads the towel out on the bench for later sitting, and then strides over to one of the hand driers to fluff and blow dry his hair. Once his hair is dry he will sometimes flip the hand drier back down and blow dry his package. The Big Cheese isn't ashamed of his body, and he likes to strike up conversations with people in the buff. Some times, just when you are about to pull up your pants, he will toss something in your direction for you to catch, "Hey! I'll bet you will never guess the active ingredient in this dandruff shampoo!" The Big Cheese likes to sit on the bench looking like Rodin's The Thinker, basking in his Cheesitude.

What do others here do when they encounter The Big Cheese in the locker room?

[marsupial]

I don't know about the cheese in the locker room, but I would avoid the rotting cheese plastered to the blacktop on the playground. Don't go near it. Definitely don't touch it!

[FN Phat]

Does the big cheese wear tadadaduhs?

[RobinFinderson]

Does the big cheese wear tadadaduhs?

Is that the same thing as tadawaduhs? (tighty-whitey's where the leg holes are too big, either from stretching or poor design, so that... Tada! scrot)

If so, then no. The Big Cheese has but a lot thought into how he girds his loins. Sloppy slippage is out of the question.

[FN Phat]

Is that the same thing as tadawaduhs? (tighty-whitey's where the leg holes are too big, either from stretching or poor design, so that... Tada! scrot)

If so, then no. The Big Cheese has but a lot thought into how he girds his loins. Sloppy slippage is out of the question.

Not the same thing. Think along the lines of a fancy pair of banana hammocks. Something tells me that you may own a pair or two yourself.

[RobinFinderson]

Not the same thing. Think along the lines of a fancy pair of banana hammocks. Something tells me that you may own a pair or two yourself.

Oh! Then this would be a regional thing I am sure that some Big Cheeses probably wear tadadaduhs.

And cut the personal smack! I have no banana hammocks. I'm a boxers man, and I have one modest speedo (ie. tight, but not a banana hammock).

[Rosebud]

I normally don't encounter the big cheese until he's out of the locker room. In my experience, he's usually looking for some tasty crackers to spread his cheese on then promenade with in his expensive car. Usually this isn't very tempting because more often than not he's nothing more than processed cheese, but to be kind I try to keep a straight face so he can't tell what I'm thinking. Every once in a while he gets an inkling that I'm inwardly smirking, but he's usually too thick to consider there might be any truth to his hunch. As long as our interactions are short lived, they're all pretty positive: he's confused by me and I'm entertained by him.

[marsupial]

I don't know about the cheese in the locker room, but I would avoid the rotting cheese plastered to the blacktop on the playground. Don't go near it. Definitely don't touch it!

Nobody caught the Diary of a Wimpy Kid reference.

[Babs]

Nobody caught the Diary of a Wimpy Kid reference.

Don't feel bad. Nobody played along with my literary allusion either.

pearls before swine, I tell you.