One thing my stoic Uncle Sal has stuck with me since childhood to this very day. After almost three years of gently rubbing his beard and never speaking, Sal leaned into me one evening and said, William, sometimes you need just to rub your face in a couple of big old flesh cans. Then he returned to cracking the sunflower seeds he eternally consumed.
You don't soon forget such sagely words from one of the few relatives who never felt obliged to test your tolerance for pain. I'm often reminded of Uncle Sal's wisdom while staring down the barrels of such unholy goodies as the faptastically enlarged funbags on Lucie Wilde. Oh, I'm sure the critical among us have some criticisms for Lucie. As for me, I just heeding Sal's advice, virtually at least, and letting my mind bounce up against Lucie's mammoth mammaries like a pinball working it's way against the clanking bumpers. Such fun indeed. Enjoy.