Ah yes...
There was a time when all passing women were graded by the (clearly juvenile) mates I hung around with with the following:
"What about her?"
"Her? I'd have to say on a scale of one to ten... hell yeah! I'd give her one!"
Fnar fnar fnar.
Or Alternatively:
"What about that one?"
"You're kidding! I'd rather stick my dick in the snow!"
Which, when you live in Sydney next to a beach, is a fairly horrid thing to contemplate.
Fast foward a few years (inserting Scooby Doo squiggly lines here):

And we're all on a skiing holiday, sitting at the bar.
"What about her?" someone asks.
"You're kidding! I'd rather stick my dick in the snow!"
"Go on then, there's plenty outside!
And so I did.
I do not recommend this to anyone.
The minute or so of kudos you get from a bar full of people who find it hilarious to see you groin down in a snowdrift in no way justifies the shame of when you get up to run back inside - in front of the aforementioned cheering crowd - you have a knob the size and colour of a blue cashew.
( difficultchild, Tue 17 Mar 2009, 22:54, Reply)