My friend Kent is every bit a boob man. He has had a fascination with my breasts since we met in 1999. He stopped by work today, and as I was showing him the scars on my face, he suddenly exclaimed…
“Don’t worry. With a chest like that, nobody looks at your face!”
April 24th, 2007 at 7:01 pm
A wise man, that Kent…
April 24th, 2007 at 7:15 pm
niiiice…didja flick him on the forehead?
April 24th, 2007 at 7:16 pm
Yeah he deserves a thump on the nose I think…
Or maybe you could turn the fascination around and constantly talk about his WEINER!!!
April 24th, 2007 at 9:14 pm
Men would welcome that, I think, as long as it was complimentary.
And yes, Kent is a wise and perceptive man.
April 24th, 2007 at 11:06 pm
So typical. Hahaha
April 24th, 2007 at 11:40 pm
Doesn’t say a lot for us men, does it!
Maybe it would have been better if he had said something like, with eyes like your’s, who would ever look anywhere else.
April 25th, 2007 at 12:09 am
Boobs?? You got boobs? Gee I never noticed.
April 25th, 2007 at 1:20 am
geeez, boyz and their toyz!!!!
On a more serious note *ahem* come visit…I have a present for all my wmoen friends…and their friends…and their friends….
April 25th, 2007 at 3:14 pm
As long as there is something friendly to go with the compliment… have a good 1.
happy spring is finally here day!!
April 26th, 2007 at 2:20 pm
There’s probably something Freudian to it and we’re all likely suppressing some sort of vestigial yearning for our mothers that’s buried deep within our DNA, blah, blah, blah . . . but there is something to be said for having a beautiful pair smacking you in the face!