I hung out with a guy in high school whose mom was ultra religious. She told him from the time he was really young that a girl had teeth "down there" until a girl was married in a church. We teased him about it because the school slipped in sex ed under the heading of health class and his mom missed it and didn't get him excused from it. So in 9th grade he asked the health teacher about "the teeth". He was a bad alcoholic by the time he was a senior.

One of his mom's other favorite things was to try to cure all his bad moods or ills, real or perceived, with a powdered donut. We would stop to pick him up and his mom would say, "Robbie, you look like you have a headache. You should eat a powdered donut". She said this for almost everything. The only thing that was bothering Robbie was his crazy kook of catholic mother. When we all started smoking pot regularly and had the munchies we did appreciate the powdered donuts she always had on hand though.