The Glove Business

Sixty-five-year old dentist walks up to me at the show and asks about some gloves:

Him: I need a glove, non-latex no powder. I don't like the Elastex.
Me: How about the Ultra Sense
Him: Sounds like a condom.
Me: I didn't name it.
Him: What did the five penised man say when he tried on the Ultra Sense?
Me: (blank, yet knowing, stare)
Him: Fits like a glove!!!!!

A few thousand condom related sex jokes later the show was over.

Me, a cast member of Dancing with the Stars and Swanburg's Mom embracing the glove business.

P.S.

Swanburg's Mom apparently loves Baker and has sent me back to Waco bearing a gift that has nothing to do with gloves, condoms, Jerry Rice or sex jokes.