I’ve seen many a tit and honey pot in my 13 years on this Earth, and hell if the viewing don’t hold the same sort of whimsical excitement it did 5 years past when I had turned round the sun only 8 times. No, when it comes down to it, I’d rather stick to my whittlin’ and a-whistlin’ than be forced to cast an eye upon the visage of yet another unclothed nymph. Call it old age if you must, but as someone about to start 8th grade, many of the world’s splendors have started to take on a duller hue. So if you ask me if I want to see them women naked, well, guess my answer would be a negatory.