No signs of shrinkage, even! Or maybe that is, and Ron Jeremy ran through your hard. If that’s the case, close your shades and pretend you’re not home.
As an aside: I was on line at security for TSA in Midway airport in Chicago, and I look behind me and Ron Jeremy is behind me in line. He looked like a little troll. He was wearing a badly stained white “Hustler” t-shirt, pink and white Zubaz pants with dogs on them. His hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in 3 weeks, he smelled like an old pillow. I was very grossed out. I said to my friend very nonchalantly, “Ron Jeremy is behind us”, and he didn’t take me seriously because I make nicknames for random strangers all the time. But it was him. Yuckums.