I mean how many times can you say, "No, let's NOT get out the tape measure. DON'T call your girlfriends...Okay, you can measure in hand lengths if you want..."
I understand the fear, the fascination, the compulsion, the resulting obsession... the realization that one is *making history* memories, as it were, that the odds of encountering another similar... situation... are, in fact, miniscule.
Nope.
I never cared so much about that, always kinda felt like the chicks with the huge racks...
"Hey, I know it's astounding, I understand your genetically-driven oral fascination...
BUT I'M UP HERE!"
I mean how many times can you say, "No, let's NOT get out the tape measure. DON'T call your girlfriends...Okay, you can measure in hand lengths if you want..."
without it getting old?
Ohhhhhhh
the things I *could* say...
but it's just *too* easy.
:)
To summarize:
I understand the fear, the fascination, the compulsion, the resulting obsession... the realization that one is *making history* memories, as it were, that the odds of encountering another similar... situation... are, in fact, miniscule.
But as the man said...
I AM NOT AN ANIMAL!
(and the feel of the cold, sharp(!) metal spine of the tape measure as it spools out and out and out.... *shudder*!)
The self-control I am exercizing at this point, is...
*gasp*
*tremble*
impressive, to say the least.