Biggggggg sigh, rolls his eyes upwards towards his bowler hat...

Clinton, me lad, that ain't the point! There's wimmen out there--they're everywhere, I swear--who happen to think their men are so bloody fantastic (okay, okay--or they are so bloody rich) they don't care what's drooping off their chests. Just like a guy can have a jones for a gal so humongous that he couldn't care less what she looks like in hip-huggers, hip-waders or if she resembles a hippo.

Now rabbits on the other hand--don't get me STARTED.

Elmer