You, of all people, should know well enough not to mention the dimensions of your fleshy compact discs over the interweb! I certainly did not! Now, my beloved Mephisto is baring her beautiful fangs at me. She is, at this very moment, leaping from that wretched matrimonial bar stool. Her mouth is wide open; hungry for my blood. As I type this letter to you, oh Gertrude, my wife's succulent fangs have just punctured my jugular and in an ecstasy I get woozy... and all this due to your grandiloquent reference to your large areeeeeeee..........
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