And just so you know, I did not give myself the moniker of "busty gal." A college roommate of mine was kind enough to do that for me. I always thought of her as a sweet girl (a twin from Rochester, NY, she told me that her twin sister was literally an "evil twin" and that she had come all the way to Memphis from Rochester to get away from her, and while I don't know whether that is true or not I like to think that it is), until I arrived back at our dorm room one afternoon in time to overhear her describing me to a friend of hers who was in our room as "the bustiest gal I've ever seen." While that really didn't phase me, I was a little more concerned when I walked into the room and found that her friend had one of my bras on her head. ANYWAY, I still hear the word "busty gal" in my head in her little yankie accent, and when I think about it, I suppose it's one of the more benign ways I've been described.