There is nothing like an empty bank account to inspire one to do some shopping. After much wandering around eBay searching for the perfect 80s party dress to lust after, I was reminded that not only are my tits unseasonably large in 2007, they would have been point-and-stare-she-should-be-bound-or-institutionalized-because-white-male-America-cannot-handle-hooters-that-hulking had I been lucky enough to be alive in my favorite era of fashion, the 1960s.
So, now my sizeable stature is slouching in my desk chair while I try to decide if the I will forever regard my behemoth build as an obstacle or find the strength to turn it into a power.
Apparently, this also makes me aspire for award-worthy alliteration. An astounding accolade, aiming at an admired assignment as America's Astounding Alliterator.
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