In my old days on the road with a band, our soundman referred to it as “plowing the sow”...
I was somewhat naive, and I had never seen guys act like that.
Two of them used to go out and take polaroids, bring them back and have people vote on which one bedded a more homely woman.
One guy was from Georgia, he did the whole country western thing, hat, boots, all of it.
The other guy was one of the most charming, funny and debauched people I knew. He was from Mississippi, had a constant wad in his mouth, had himself a preacher’s license.
One day as we were standing at the edge of one of the flight deck elevators, he looked over at me with his helmeted and goggled face and yelled “Watch This!”
He flashed me a grin where he had front tooth missing, then turned and squirted a big brown stream through that hole in his teeth. I watched as it fell, and left a big, brown streak on the back of a yellow shirt standing far below.
He turned to me laughing, flashed another toothless grin, and let go another jet. It hit its mark on the poor, unsuspecting yellow shirt below us.
I was simultaneously appalled, disgusted and highly amused. Can’t say I ever knew anyone like him.