might belong on the erotic humour board, but fuckit....

...The Lord of the manor gets out of bed one morning sporting a serious woody... his manservant notes the condition and asks... "shall I summon m'lady, m'lord?" to which the Lord responds.. "no Jeeves, fetch my baggy tweeds. I think I'll smuggle this one into town."

...so how many guys have a pair of baggy tweeds hanging in the closet for emergencies ?