You gotta be joking. Come on, man. I was raised in Scranton. That's all we did.
I would ride my bike after school to the Poles, being careful to keep the hair on my legs out of the spokes. When I wasn't working as a shoe shine or a life guard or a car assembler or an airline pilot or a school teacher or a lion tamer, I watched Poles.
You think I'm joking. I'm not joking. I babysat the entire Plesinski family at one time or another. Showered with quite a few of them. They smelled great. More like Slavs than Poles, to be honest.
I've got hairy legs - COME ON, man.