I tousle Yawalapiti women for reasons that justify nothing. I've lost, acutely, sensitivity in my legs as plays the joke: “Sir,” the young man began in earnest, “I want to marry your daughter.”; “That's fine but,” the old man responded somberly, “are you aware of her acute angina?”; “Oh sure,” the young man answered knowingly, “and she's got a cute *** too.”