Whenever we go out to events or parties and we happen to interact with a woman with big bazongas, fat knockers and/or huge honkers, my wife has always - without fail - made sure to let me know sometime after the fact that "I'm not sure I liked her very much". I'm not even sure she knows she's doing it, or if it's a subconscious femoid thing she can't help.

She doesn't know I've been sort of keeping track of this, but I could barely stop myself laughing when we were driving home the other night after an event. For a while we were talking to this absolute butterfaced chubster of a girl there who had huge, back-pain-inducing sweaterpuppies but was nothing but very nice and very polite to us, but nearly an hour after we'd left and were almost home the wifejak broke out of containment and she blurted out to me that the girl we met was "kind of weird and seemed like a bitch".