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My wife turned me into a boob man.

SunnyD

SunnyD

Belgian Waffler
I just noticed this today. I don't know how she did it. For the longest time, I've preferred legs. Growing up, it would always be my preference no matter where I was - legs always whet my appetite.

But ever since I met my wife, I've noticed my tastes have changed. I guess I still appreciate a good leg, but things have changed. Breasts have become my favorite. I guess it may be because my wife lets me have the breasts all the time. It may even be that she prefers breasts. I suppose that could just be considered a bonus? In those immortal words, breast is best!

I wonder if my son will end up the same. He absolutely loves legs. He doesn't complain about breasts much, but given the option he would rather go with the legs. He'll be turning 10 soon, so I'll be starting to watch closely, as kids these days mature faster. Of course now that I think about it, this may simply be a genetic difference between males and females too. My daughter the other day said she prefers breasts over legs. She's 8 years old, so it may just be ingrained to the gender.

All this leads me to believe that I made a serious mistake this morning. I should have taken the breast instead of this damn drumstick for lunch.

Since you all are clamoring for :camera:s:
Warning, might be NSFW
 
I don't know why but my first thought was "I wonder if this has to do with chicken" was my first though.

Maybe because, if I ever have a daughter, I plan to have chicken for dinner when she brings her boyfriend over and ask him if he wants a Breath, Leg, or Thigh. He better say that he wants a wing or I start cleaning my gun!
 
Originally posted by: Exterous
I don't know why but my first thought was "I wonder if this has to do with chicken" was my first though.

Maybe because, if I ever have a daughter, I plan to have chicken for dinner when she brings her boyfriend over and ask him if he wants a Breath, Leg, or Thigh. He better say that he wants a wing or I start cleaning my gun!
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Mount the gun in a couple of hooks under the table. Shoot him over dinner, the smoke in the air, and his bloody corpse, will provide the perfect ambiance while you lecture your daughter about her choices in men.
 
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