I remember one time going to a masquerade party. I was dressed as Superman (of course) and I was dancing with a girl who was wearing a map of Texas for a costume.
My friend Bob was over by the bar watching me and the Texas gal. He saw us stop dancing, then, out of the blue, he saw the girl rear back and slap the shit out of me.
I stumbled over to the bar and Bob asked me, "What the hell happened?"
"I'm not really sure," I said, rubbing my jaw. "She asked me if I'd ever been to Texas. I put my finger on Brownsville to show her where I'd been, and she let me have it!"