Legs up to her neck.

As a thinking man, I’ve always found the phrase “Legs up to her neck” very problematic and not a little creepy. If you take it literally, this is what the object of your desire looks like.

 

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She’d look freakish. With no torso, she would lack the necessary organs for life. She would die, like a terrible experiment by a deranged scientist. Her body would flap onto the floor, like a terrified fish out of water, gasping through the lungs she didn’t have, dying there and then. A sad end.

I don’t want a woman like that. I want a woman with an actual body, who is alive.

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About neilstilwell

Abseiling into trouble, a sewer rat staring at the stars. Disgusting. You can assist my search for the one ring by buying a Kindle version of this diary from here. http://www.amazon.co.uk/frozen-fridge-Zoomeister-Diaries-ebook/dp/B00C426DD0/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1366481719&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=a+frozen+turd+in+a+hot+frudge It has some other stuff in it, and a dreadful cover.
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