I think I told the story about flying to LA on a red-eye with my entire ashram from Chicago, and going to the Shriner's Auditorium in LA for Rawat's "birthday celebration."  Anyhow, those were the days when Initiators droned on all day giving satsang, until the audience was suitably bored to tears than when Rawat arrived later, any drivel that came out of his mouth sounded profound. 

Anyhow, I remember some Initiator on the stage giving some dreadfully awful speil, said that "Maharaji touched me deep in the Pocnos."  A lot of people laughed, I recalled.  For some reason it really hit me and I had to leave the room with Pauline Premie, who wet her pants she was laughing so hard.  It was very sacriligious.