Old gent told a funny story about chapstick. Seems he and several buddies were out hunting rabbits one day, ( walking em up, and brush kicking). Over toward the end of day,several miles from the truck, one of the ole boys got, what I always heard to be galded, though I believe it to be galled. This, as far as I know only happens in our lower private regions. He inquired if any one had talc powder or any thing for relief. After they all searched through various pockets my old friend offered up his tube of Chapstick.... Galded one promptly dropped his trousers, long johns, and all else, and commenced giving everything a good smear of lip balm. When he finished up he politely turned and offered it back, as if you would ever use it for the intended purpose again.... My old friend took it as a funny incident, they were friends and hunting pals, and even though my friend has long passed, I can still here him laugh as the grand children beg him to tell the "Chapstick" story.