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”I remember meeting [James Belford’s] father two years ago out on the road by Meeker’s twenty-acre field, and he distinctly told me the boy was sailing for America next day. He must be there by this time.
Lord Emsworth
“Pig Hoo-o-o-o-ey!” by P.G. Wodehouse -
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“Do you know,” said a thoughtful Bean, “I’ll bet that if all the girls Freddie Widgeon has loved and lost were placed end to end—not that I suppose one could do it—they would reach halfway down Piccadilly.”
“Farther than that,” said the Egg. “Some of them were pretty tall.”
“Goodbye to All Cats”
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”Upon which, she gave him a sort of push and he gave her a sort of push, and she giggled and he laughed like a paper bag bursting, and she gave him a kind of shove and he gave her a kind of shove, and she said ‘You are a silly ass!’ and he said ‘What ho!’ All of which shows you, I mean to say, the stage they had got to by this time. Nothing definitely settled, of course, but Love obviously beginning to burgeon in the girl’s heart.
“Goodbye to All Cats”
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Straight Guy Moment: Breasts
Yes, we all know there are other things besides breasts. We know, for example, that Shakira has those amazing honest hips, Angelina Jolie has at least one great leg, and Carly Rae Jepsen has eyes that can cut diamonds. We know breasts aren’t everything.
It’s just that breasts are so reliable.
A girl’s breasts are like episodes of QI: even the worst ones are better than most other things in life. (I understand this comparison also applies to Wodehouse novels, Muppet movies, and oral sex.)
