I started writing this like, five times and then got distracted by (in order):
- Thinking up ways to destroy the chive
- Thrifty Ninja talking to me on IM
- Some stupid thing on Google Plus I didn’t even understand
- Fixing the capital letter in this list.
I realize that I know nothing about Kate Upton other than that she is in “Sports Illustrated” and not “Vogue”. This reinforces my belief that when women complain about “society” telling women they need to be wicked skinny, they mean Vogue. So to them, society is Vogue. For men, society is Kate Upton. Looks like we are pretty enlightened now, doesn’t it?
I’m pretty sure my nether noodle would just scream uncle, then explode with the fury of a 1000 trick cigars, leaving the entire area looking like someone fired a cruise missile into a mayonnaise truck.
If I was ever so lucky as to have a stepford wife, it would be Kate Upton.