Well, I've already described Hollym as the one we were meeting who was this big <holding hand out>, blonde, and <holding cupped hands far out>. When Hollym arrived, she was immediately shown to the table without further request for information from the restaurant staff.

And somehow, I'm not sure that I want to judge THAT particular contest. Maybe we can leave that to nice men who stop at gas stations.

FG, I ain't drawing NOBODY'S boobs (unless I"m in art class).