"Move that melon of yours and get the paper if you can! Haulin' that gargantuan cranium about! I'm not kidding, that boy's head's like Sputnik! Spherical, but quick pointy in parts. He'll be crying himself to sleep tonight on his huge pillow!" Stuart, So I Married an Axe Murderer
One time, my friend Joseph and I decided to measure our heads to see who had the biggest noggin. Since we only had a yard stick, we wrapped paper towels around our head and then measured the sheets needed to cover the circumference. Luckily, his upstairs was 2 inches larger. Unfortunately, he's 11 inches taller than me and HE'S A MAN.
I read once that Rebecca Romijn (I miss the Stamos) had a 22" waist at the height of her modeling career. This means I would be unable to pull her pants over my head. I don't know when it would be necessary to complete this task, but it wouldn't matter. It would be physically impossible.
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