Feeling a guy's crotch while hooking up to check the size of his package and/or arousal state. Inspired by the technique performed by dog-show judges to assess structure and functionality.
Dinner didn't go so well, but after the dogshow I thought I'd give him another shot.
Situations of absolute chaos and madness, that always seem to co-ordinate and synchronise, where you still manage to end up top dog.
Someone jumped in front of the train again. Then everyone starting puking all over the train. I was delayed for 30 minutes, but was only 5 minutes late for work, and made the meeting in time, but sweating my tits off. What a dogshow!