Here’s the best analogy I have heard when you get something you were not expecting in the bedroom.

Banged a mom last night, the most disappointing part of it was learning her boobs were “bolt ons” (fake tits).

I don’t mind when a girl has them, I do mind when I’m not expecting them.

It’s the equivalent of this on Christmas morning:

Everyone wants the new Playstation.

Over night Santa visted.
You see your present under the tree and run over to it.
What could it be?
The box is the right size, right weight…. then when you open it up – thinking you got exactly what you wanted!!!!!

It’s socks 🧦 and books 📚… 🙁