Can I leap on the bandwagon here? Not with regards to breast sizes, since I don't have them myself (although, for the sake of parity, I can tell you I have a 44" chest), but with regards to height and the disadvantages thereof. My comrades' nickname, 'Target', proved to be bang on the money the day I got shot in the head. Which, let me tell you, is even less fun than it sounds. However, as you can tell from the pic on my profile page, I managed to escape without any disfiguring scarring (my ugliness is naturally come by) other than the graze across the top-left side of my scalp, and you can't really notice it anyway. Naturally enough, in the aftermath my nickname was modified. To 'Actual Target'.
Oh, and ladies, all this talk of chests is having clear brain-melting effects on some of the male individuals in the room. I was discussing it with a female friend yesterday, and she said the males had to get revenge. She also suggested how, in a superficially non-sexy way, this might be achieved...
So, gentlemen, are any of you like me, in that you are ridiculously exothermic? You know, you just have to get into a bed or curl up on a sofa and five minutes later it's toasty as anything?
BM