Turkey Breasts Are A Safe Alternative

by Smitty

In this blog’s relentless quest for safety consciousness, we’d like to remind you on this Thanksgiving holiday that too much of a good thing can be fatal:

Man Escapes Death After Wife Tried To Suffocate Him By Motorboating His Face With Her 38DD Breasts

I note that the original story is German, where the word ‘frau‘ can mean wife or girlfriend. A quick Google didn’t turn up the source article, so the whole thing may be some sort of ruse. The ‘victim’ will hopefully avoid Schwarze Witwe dating in the future, although, as fates go, this would be far from the worst.

 

More at JWF.

Update: thanks, Instapundit!

Update II: in other news of the sexually off-beat, the guy’s sentence was reduced to 5 days.

Update III: bodacious investigative reporting to be found at Bob Belvedere’s blog.

40 comments

  1. I wonder how long my comment will last?

    “I thought you believed in Evolution? Obviously, if the Indians had been the fittest, they would have survived.”

  2. Hah! Another film for the list. 😀

    Actually I have a friend who works in a specialist bra shop. She’s very… strident on the subject of bra sizes. I suppose I picked some of it up.

  3. When I left Germany, Frau was used only in reference to a married woman. Fräulein was the girlfriend. I left in ’69 and languages morph over the years. I’ve been seeing “weib” for wife of late and that may be coming in because of American influence.

    Of course, German is beset by a large number of dialects. The Chaplain’s wife was studying German and she said the instructor told the class that they would probably have trouble with the local Swäbisch dialect and wished them luck.

    38DD ain’t small either.

  4. And he picked it up right too. As a somewhat oversized female (on the top, only, I’m skinny otherwise), I assure you, I KNOW bra sizes. And I sympathize with his friend. And would like to know his friend’s address – and whether she does mail order.

  5. I learned German in Schwaebisch-Hall way back in the day teenage Army brat.
    My German teacher at Ohio State told me that she’d bet me that she
    could tell me within 30 klicks, where I learned German. She was from
    Schwabach, married a man from Crailsheim, so she nailed it. Said my
    Ausprach was perfect — for an educated Schwab.

  6. I lived in Pattonville near Ludwigsburg. I got up to “the Hall” a couple of times. I enjoyed the bus trip for basketball games. I was an AFBrat. My father was stationed at Echterdingen Airfield, which was a weird place. The Air Farce had the ground organization, and the aircraft were almost entirely Army. It was one of the few places the Army had Hueys in Germany during the late 60s. It was the plane patch for Patch Barracks, which was the location of EUCOM HQ at the time.

    I used to be fluent, but didn’t use the language for a number of years. I’m not even proficient these days, but still remember a fair amount of the language. I liked Germany, but we lived there when the anti-Americanism was just starting and we could see bad things on the horizon.

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