Just thought I tell a story.
Many years ago (well, maybe about 13) I was wearing a new pair of boxer shorts. They were good undies, I felt free and easy all day. After a day of wearing my smart new boxers it came time for me to take them off, so off they came, not unlike the way your lovers blouse drops gently to the floor. It was then that I saw It! Perched neatly upon the end of my prong was a small sticker reading "Inspected by 36". It was one of the best feelings of my life, I had passed muster, I was accredited. I don't, and will probably never, know who 36 is but, wherever that person is, I want them to know that I have been keeping John Thomas in good order.
I've been passed, have you.