Ladyguns
Ladyguns are like a woman’s legs turning into a full-time job for men. You don’t just look at them, you worship them, and sometimes you pay for it.
She got out of the car, and I paid for the whole meal just to look at her legs.
He stared at her legs so long, he missed his train. Now he’s late for work.
I asked her out. She said, 'I’ll think about it, if your legs are good enough.'