one for the ladies...

a question that is. well for those of you who may still be reading this.

i suppose the guys could answer too.

now....i happen to have a friend. it's true. and her first boyfriend was hung like a thumb. her thumb. and she was a pint sized lady. when i found this out i asked another friend of mine how she would react if she met some guy and things were going absolutely great and when she went home with him, she saw his third thumb. her response was, "i'd be pissed!!". i once dated a girl who ha been with a guy who was "so small it made (her) sick!". i never knew you could be so small that a girl could be sick over it....or angry.

i came across another girl who was with a guy we'll call "quickdraw mcgraw". i also knew a girl who dated a guy who was hung like a bic lighter, a quick shooter and narcoleptic. so before she could ask "is it in yet?" he was asleep already.

so the question is which would piss you off more? mr "in a minute" or tom "thumb"? my room mates and i have a running debate over it.

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