Originally Posted by
JHM2K
It really is a weird feeling. Kinda like a woman -- you ended up with the supermodel that moves FAST, but occasionally you miss the humble "good girl" from the past. While waxing philosophical about the dates at the malt shop, the supermodel walks in wearing black lace. And then you snap out of it, realizing the supermodel keeps your wing deployed at all times
Looks like we can agree on something else here.. it's not the size, but the angle it ends up at
