An old couplet went thus: the bigger the better, the tighter the sweater. In a more innocent time.
When there was no internet, girlie mags were hard to find, and pre-pubescent imagination was allowed to run riot, just reciting this caused endless giggles and naughty visions. In this day and age, when everything is laid bare ( groan, pardon the lousy pun) , the question remains: why would three fellows who look older than they should hang their tongues out at a succession of 38 Ds
