I got a pretty good laugh at the sci-fi convention when a young woman said that she had recently met Michael Dorn, and he didn't look nearly as handsome out of uniform. My response was, "Ah, he's just a Worf in ship's clothing."
It is at such times that one wishes for a ba-dum-bum drum roll.
The day after she half-jokingly threatened to submit to the operation to amplify her mammalian protuberanceness, I thought "Shirley, your chest!"
Peachy UG, that one made me bust out laughing. Her chest made me think of her drawers.` She can probably fill a zebra. That's the largest size they come in.
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