When I was young, we used to go visit some family friends of ours in the country. I had a bit of a crush on the girl (Lisa) who was my age which probably contributed to a bit of an outburst . You see, my Dad was fooling around and half-dacked (pulled down my pants) me as a bit of a joke which may have exposed my "undies" to Lisa. This set me right off. I'm pretty sure I cried in the other room for a good few minutes! In my absence, there was a bit of a conference and it was agreed that I would feel happier if I saw my Dad get dacked. Go figure. They enlisted Brett, Lisa's older brother, to be the fake "dacker" and everything was set up fine. I returned to the room and immediately the act started with Dad standing there with hands on his hips as Brett "snuck" up behind him getting ready to latch on. Brett jumped onto the top of Dad's jeans which sprung him into action as he gave a fake "Arrrrr". At this point, Brett used all of his brute force which surprised Dad enough that he lost his grip and, despite Dad's best belated efforts, everything (and Brett) fell to the floor exposing all of his junk to everyone assembled in the room. Now THAT cheered me up.