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Several of us have gone out to dinner. One of the waitresses – not the one at our table – is a young woman of impressive superstructure, and the buttons of her shirt are holding on in defiance of any known principle of structural engineering. There are certain...ahem....gaps through which one can ascertain that she owes it all to Mother Nature and not to Maidenform™.
This has not escaped the notice of the volunteer sitting next to me. He is a massive good ol’ boy everyone calls after his home state.
Me: Tucky, I know you’re just waiting for one of those buttons to pop.
Second Volunteer: And when it does, it’ll put your eye out.
Tucky: Yeah, but I’ll go blind happy!