I was in a ski lodge with my ex in Killington Vt. We were sipping some schnapps and listening to the piano player. He got us involved with a song called, "Skeeter On My Peter". I had remembered this song from long ago, but he put a twist to it. He'd sing, "There's a skeeter on my peter" and we'd reply, "Whack it off!"

So it went like this...There's a skeeter on my peter, whack it off. There's a skeeter on my peter whack it off. There's a dozen on my cousin, I can hear those bastards buzzin', there's a skeeter on my peter...whack it off.

Then he suggested, "All you guys out there who might go muff diving tonight...yell whack it off". "There's a skeeter on my peter"...all the men replied with exuberance, "WHACK IT OFF"!

Then he said, "All the ladies who might go mustache riding tonight...yell whack it off". "There's a skeeter on my peter"...and I stood up and yelled "WHACK IT OFF" at the top of my lungs. I didn't hear a single soul say it with me. I turned around to face the crowded room and everyone was laughing their asses off. I took a bow...pointed to several of the other ladies there and called them liars...and made my ex stand and take me out of there!

I heard the piano player call for applause for me and he said he was taking a break because he didn't have an encore that could beat that!

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