I'll try to do this story justice, but I don't know how it'll translate being read vs being spoken.
We have a new office building at work. One of the large offices is shared by four guys who have L shaped desks with hutches that act like cubical walls to provide some privacy.
One of my buddy's hutch has a hole, just above waist level in his hutch that I always poke my finger through when I walk past. It looks just like a glory hole.
A Canadian dude (ginger mullet and all) walks through the office for the first time and notices me poking my finger in the hole.
He says, "oh a glory hole, ehhh???" and then bends down and looks through the hole at my buddy on the other side.
I said, "damnn Pete, do you always put your face up to glory holes??? That's how they get you."
He turned all red and we all had a good laugh at his expense.
Anway, I hope somebody enjoyed the story. If not, drink a few more beers and read it again.