If I can have any woman — let alone a six-foot blonte with legs from here to there and back again — screaming at 71 db. I’l jot that one in the book as a good day.
Mom always told me I’d go blind. She wasn’t right about everything. Maybe I’d go deaf, but it would be worth it.
More like 6'3".
Reminds me of the time, this would be in ‘88, when my wife and I went to see THE BLOB remake in the “dollar theater”. It so happened that the audience was predominately teen-aged girls, and early on in the movie THE BLOB makes a surprise kill when it drops from the ceiling onto the handsome young lad you assumed was the indispensable hero of the plot.
The shriek that went up! You want to talk Steam Whistle? Jet Engine? Saturn Rocket? ... All I know is I was in ecstasy.