I happened across a Maxim magazine when I was bored once. In the letter to the editor section, one letter was in response to an article and just happened to mention how he met Mila Jovavich and actually asked her out. (For the record, she smiled and politely declined, which he was fine with - getting to meet her in person was enough.)
To which the editor reacted: "Waitaminit. You made a pass at Mila Jovavich!? Do your massive balls of GRANITE chafe you, or are they polished to a mirror-fine finish so they swish gently against your thighs?"
Sam is the man with the massive balls of granite, polished to a mirror-finish so you'd never know he had them until he pulls something like that.
To which the editor reacted: "Waitaminit. You made a pass at Mila Jovavich!? Do your massive balls of GRANITE chafe you, or are they polished to a mirror-fine finish so they swish gently against your thighs?"
Sam is the man with the massive balls of granite, polished to a mirror-finish so you'd never know he had them until he pulls something like that.