...exploding raisins. >=)
But seriously; I still hang my head when I catch myself staring at some woman's chest, because, really, I'm old enough. I should know better. And after all, you've seen a pair, you've seen 'em all, right? [WRONG!]
Oh, and HA, SUCKERS! I get to hang out with with Her Tamaraness and Mr. Man this weekend. I am bending my New Jersey Transit embargo to disinclude trains for the weekend, and will be rolling down to Princeton (wielding raw funk, mind you) where I will party down like I was journeying to the center of the earth.