No, I saw the perfect pair one time. She wasn’t all that pretty, and most guys would pass her right by, but I was never that picky. So one night things got going, she brought them out to play, and I was stunned. I don’t normally care what they’re like, like I said, I’m not picky. So big, small, whatever, I’m happy. But when I saw those, I knew I was looking at pair of museum quality masterpieces. DaVinci, Michelangelo, Raphael, Picasso, Dali, etc. couldn’t have crafted a more perfect pair.

When I caught my breath, I whispered to her how absolutely perfect they were. She did an “Aw, shucks” thing, and I know she thought I was just being sweet, but I wasn’t. I was in the presence of Divine perfection, and I knew it.