Jim Butcher Quote
He doesn’t believe in using surgically altered . . . uh . . . My face heated up. Murphy was probably my best friend, but she was still a girl, and a gentleman just doesn’t say some words in front of a lady. I held the phone with my shoulder and made a cupping motion in front of my chest with both hands. You know. Boobs? Murphy said brightly. Jugs? Hooters? Ya-yas? I guess. She continued as if I hadn’t said anything. Melons? Torpedoes? Tits? Gazongas? Knockers? Ta-tas? Hell’s bells, Murph!
Jim Butcher
He doesn’t believe in using surgically altered . . . uh . . . My face heated up. Murphy was probably my best friend, but she was still a girl, and a gentleman just doesn’t say some words in front of a lady. I held the phone with my shoulder and made a cupping motion in front of my chest with both hands. You know. Boobs? Murphy said brightly. Jugs? Hooters? Ya-yas? I guess. She continued as if I hadn’t said anything. Melons? Torpedoes? Tits? Gazongas? Knockers? Ta-tas? Hell’s bells, Murph!