I kind of go for chicks with the BIG ONES.
Not as a policy or anything. But lately I'm like, hey man, what's more important in life, right? Yeah!
But also: I kind of like 'em real, too. Real outweighs big, I do believe, at least for me. So I don't know if that makes me a tit snob or what. I have no problem with the other kind - I'm fine with whatever somebody wants to do with their own, you know, selves, but still. I can't help what does or doesn't make me sit up and want to say, "well hey there, ma'am! I don't mean to objectify you in a sexual manner at all, but your physical attributes are far more than usually deserving of such inappropriate treatment, and it is I who must apologize for pointing that out!"
Of course, I would never say that. I said sit up and want to say, not sit up and say.
Sometimes when I'm at pool, somebody sneaks Joe Walsh's "I.L.B.T.'s" onto the juke, and I can never help but nod and whistle along! It's a good tune. I think it's perfectly appropriate.
Just, in a way that's hard to explain.
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