Your ass is never a factor in a job interview.
Your orgasms are real. Always.
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Nobody secretly wonders if you swallow.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
You don't have to curl up next to a hairy ass every night.
Chocolate is just another snack.
You can be president.
You can wear a white shirt to a water park.
Foreplay is optional.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
You don't give a rat's ass if someone notices your new haircut.
The world is your urinal.
Hot wax never comes near your pubic area.
You never have to drive to another gas station because this one's just too icky.
Same work... more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
You don't have to leave the room to make emergency crotch adjustments.
Wedding Dress $2000; Tux rental $100. 'Nuff said...
If you retain water, it's in a canteen.
People never glance at your chest when you're talking to them.
Princess Di's death was just another obituary.
The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or irreparably mangle your feet.
Porn movies are designed with you in mind.
Your pals can be trusted never to trap you with: "So, notice anything different?"
I liked it.
For me
Chocolate IS just another snack.
Princess Di’s death WAS just another obituary.
I’m not squeamish about “icky” gas stations.
After they see my San Diego Chargers, Anaheim Angels, and NRA bumper stickers, car mechanics DO tell me the truth.
People look at my face, not my chest, when I’m talking to them. One of the benefits of being a 34B.
LOL! I got trapped with that the other day. Come to think of it, I don't remember what the answer was. A new throw pillow, a candle or something - I can't recall.