On the advice of a respected instructor, I agreed to audit a class so far over my head that it was bound to result in the rending of garments and the gnashing of teeth and so here I sit, garments rended, teeth gnashed, feeling like a dimwitted boob (though apparently not as big a boob as one might find in Britain).
(i.... can’t...stand...it...) they’ve got big boobs in britain?
I was following up on Br. Ezra’s link that discussed how British breast sizes are increasing, while dental hygiene worsens. Not sure how the two are related, but, really, I don’t care how big the breast(s), if her smile makes me beg for mercy, it’s just not happening.