You mean I have to leave this intelligible conversation to go look at some fat naked guy in the shower? Rapaire, I hope you bathe with melons.
Now, I think I have to defend myself and some talk about melons.
I referred to the moon, in another post as a melon, but oh-no, nobody ran with that...
Instead someone had to embarrass me to the point of not posting on MOAB for three days.
Instead, some perverted mind picks up on a mention of the sweet fruit of the loins and turns it into the sweet fruit of the breasts, and thought they should run with it, (and you all know of who I speakith(sp?) of).
If I were a nursing mother and my breasts dripping of the sweet juices like a melon, I would certainly excuse such talk, but since I am not a nursing mother dripping of the sweet juices I can only surmise that someone needs to go out into to the forest and bare there bareness to the moon.