This is going to be a short story, because it has been a very long day, and I am very tired. When I came to work today, my coworkers were doing nothing but smiling. They were not actually talking to one another, making any gestures or anything. I thought I was a little odd. But, it was a nice day, and the work was relatively low, so I thought nothing of it. Several hours later, my coworker, we will name him, "Kurt", busted out laughing. Turns out, I had zipped the bottom of my white shirt into my fly, and was now sporting my very own cloth phallus. Immature I know, but had the shoe been on the other foot, I definitely would of laughed at Kurt.
Always watch when you zip up your zipper, and never, ever, were a shirt that is to long. It can not only bunch up and make you look like all sorts of fun on a bun, but a complete tool when it is caught in your fly.