Other than my mother, my sister and my mee-maw, no. But in the interest of full disclosure, i was once on a bus, and had to give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to an elderly nun who passed out from heat exhaustion.
I totally want to see Sheldon dance. I bet he looks like a spider on hot plate. Really? I don't see why that's surprising. I excel at too many things. You've had my sourdough bread.
Did you take dance lessons? Against my will, in the south, preadolescent children are forced through a process called cotillion, which indoctrinates them with all the social graces and dance skills, needed to function in 18th century Vienna.
Well, what's your cotillion training say is expected of a gentleman when three ladies ask him to escort them to a dance soiree?
It's hard to say no to yoo-hoo. The name literally beckons.