You may be superficial if...
...you think to yourself, "Hmmpf! It really is all about me and my pleasure,isn't it?"
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...you go to a funeral and notice that one breast is smaller than the other and raise a mighty fuss about the atrocity and inhumanity of the whole situation.
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...you are out spoken of the fact that size really doesn't matter, just your pleasure.
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...all you can think of are mammaries, chi-chis, ta-tas, yabos, mellons, knockers and then look up in the thesaurus any and all other variant names and titles for God's greatest gift to man...breasts!
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...you let your work go while you sit and oogle over the hottie with the bodacious ta-tas that is passing by and you unwittingly fail to notice the pool of drool that increases exponentially by your feet.
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...when you enter a room and look for all the really BIG tits.
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...you pay no attention to the woman speaking, but have direct eye contact and the most intimate conversation with that pair of delicious melons just below her head.
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...your woman speaks to you and you interrupt her by asking, "I'm sorry, did I miss the part where you incicated that this conversation was about me?"
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...you don't care what color her eyes, or hair, are; nor do you care what her name is.
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...you often use the phrase "trust me," or "of course I will respect you in the morning," while debating with yourself, "should I leave a $10 or a $20 when I leave?"
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...your eyes are magnetically drawn to the mammoth sized tits while trying to introduce yourself and start up a conversation with owner of those two voluptuous beauties.
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...you say, "what I wouldn't give to get slapped in the face with those mammoth mammaries!"
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...you gaze at a woman with the same intensity as a ravenous priest in the presence of his 10 year old alter boys.
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...instead of excusing yourself to go to the bathroom you blurt out, "I gotta go and introduce Mr. Thick Dick to Ms. Urinal Cake!"
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