Actually talking to Cots reminds me of something. S and I are nigh on the same height and, being ubergoth, she has a habit of wearing boots like these. This means that basically her E/F cup boobs are in my face whenever I want to talk to her and eventually I get neck ache from constantly having to look up. So I reach this point where I just can’t be bothered and I talk to her boobs. So she’s like, “Sometimes I think that I’m just a pair of boobs to you” and of course me being me I’ll answer with, “Well, you do have an arse as well” or “Wait, there’s more to you than boobs?” and then I get swatted.