Sooner or later it was going to happen. An older boy would ask, “What’s worse than a tornado or a hurricane?”

“I dunno. What?”

Older boy grabs one of your nips. “A Texas titty twister!” That hurt!

You only fell for that once, then started plotting, cuz you had to pull that on some other kid. Nipples were fair game if you were a boy.

There were other variations. A boy might grab your nip unexpectedly and shout, “Whistle or lose it!” Try to do that sometime. Not easy.

That was a classic, like, “Watch me suck my spit back in,” from the boy sitting on your chest.

There was an older kid in Boy Scouts who liked to grab your nipple and not let go until you sang all the words to “Mickey Rat” (Old episodes of the Mickey Mouse Club were still showing in reruns.)

He was one of those semi-bullies who turned cool as he got older. He was driving without a license at 14, that was cool in my book.

My wife didn’t see the humor in that, although I pointed out it was a boy only activity.

Though I once heard Arnold’s ex Maria Shriver say on air that her brother pulled the Texas Titty Twister on her when they were kids.

Happy (?) memories, but stay the hell away from my nipples. I did my time.