Anatomy fail.
I was waiting in the doctors' surgery with Mr Snakes, because we were both getting vaccinations prior to our holiday. Opposite our seats, on a little table, was a large pair of old fashioned weighing scales: the kind shaped like a tin bath on a little cradle thing. You used to see them in greengrocers' shops. Slapped on the metal dish was a faded, but legible, sticker from a cancer charity which advocated regular breast screening.

Mr Snakes: How does weighing your tits tell you if you have cancer or not? I thought you had to ... prod them... or something. And anyway, you couldn't possibly weigh them accurately: they're attatched! The weight would be supported by your torso. That's just stupid!

Me: Those scales are for weighing your baby.
(HaHa!Snakes! was last seen on, Wed 12 May 2010, 22:20, Reply)