Foot men, breast men...
Lately I've been getting aroused by beautiful handwriting. There's a couple gals around here who really have it and I'm really enjoying it. I wish I could show you samples, but everything I can get my hands on right at the moment is somebody's address.
I used to hate that crap when I was a kid. I don't get that attitude at all now. I had no idea what a rarity it would be in my life to meet people who took pains to make the world a more beautiful place in little ways.
Ain't none o' that goin' on at home. That's for damn sure.
Oops! Did I say that out loud?