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Originally Posted by analog
I may not always be "on", but I'm ALWAYS ready at the drop of a hat- or for a more direct metaphor, the unleashing of boobies. I see boobs, it's on- there, then, immediately.
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As this is exactly the way I feel on the topic, and I do not wish to just say "ditto," let me give a for instance: The other night, about 2:30 'o the morn, I was walking by myself down the main strip on campus (old street closed to traffic), just thinking about grabbing my tool box from the trunk of my car. My mind is on disassembling a futon in my girlfriend's room, there's not much sex in that. I happen to look up at a window on the second story to my right, and I'm caught in a cliché moment. I now have tunnelvision as all I can see is the breathtakingly beautiful girl in the act of removing her final piece of clothing. After about a good minute of gawking and disbelief, and resisting the urge to grab a ladder and hop it against the building over to the window, I made the trip to the tool box and back to my dorm much faster... and made use of the futon. Thus, by the strange alchemy that is the breast, tools become sex.