I didn't think an opportunity would present itself to tell this story, but I guess you can never tell.
At the start of every year, there's a day or two where people new to the school/dorm haven't figured out who their regular group for lunch/dinner will be. At the start of my sophomore year, I was having lunch with a new freshman on my floor. A tall, lanky guy from Monroe who was a big basketball fan and, it turned out, didn't have much of delay between thinking something and saying it.
We had been there for a short time and a freshman girl from the 3rd floor sits down at our table. We make some small talk and the Monroe guy asks her how tall she was. I'm not sure why he asked, but she was on the shorter side. She says something like "I'm 5 foot 2." The Monroe guy exclaims, "5 foot 2!??! Why, you could give Manute Bol a blow job without even bending over!!!"
Not surprisingly, she didn't have much of a follow-up for that. I was trying hard not fall out of my chair laughing and the Monroe guy carried on like he had said nothing out of the ordinary. She never sat at our table again.