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I get the same urge too man. I knew I wasn't alone. Only with me it happens with appliances, when they're sitting in the living room in the skirt with the slit up the leg, whilst walking along the street, while ordering coffee at the starbucks down from our house, etc etc.
But there was this one lady in particular who worked at the Trader Joes that had some really great cans on her. I finally submit to my urges and she was a bit appalled. She was so appalled she told my parents (they're on first name basis) and it's pretty much the reason I'm posting this from the mental institution of Connecticut. But when I come out she says it's alright if I visit her as long as I loose the binoculars and stop going through her mail.
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