My friends, let me share something of the utmost importance with you:
He Pingping from Inner Mongolia, the world’s smallest man, sits on the lap of Svetlana Pankratova from Russia, the Queen of Longest Legs, as they pose at Trafalgar Square in London, Sept. 16, 2008. Pingping, born with primordial dwarfism, holds the Guinness World Record for the smallest man at 2 feet, 5 inches; Pankratova holds the Guinness World Record for the longest leg of any woman at 4 feet, 4 inches in length.
(AP Photo/Sang Tan)
I’m sure we can agree that this is wonderful news for those of us who are members of the human race, but a second glance through those brief, Lincoln-esque lines of poetry reveal some questions. This woman is known as “the Queen of Longest Legs”? Is that really the proper title? It seems a bit awkwardly worded, like if this blog were “the Archduke of Most Alienating Similes.”
Compounding the problem, they write that the Queen of Longest Legs holds the world record for the “longest leg” in the world at 4’4″ – wouldn’t that then infer that her title should be “the Queen of Longest Leg”, singular? If it’s possible, her title just became even more unwieldy.
At any rate, there you have it – Rumpelstiltskin sitting atop the Queen of Longest Leg.
Thanks for visiting my blog today, everyone.
Too many questions and not enough emphasis on the fattest twins:
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I notice she’s got the longest leg(s) but is not said to be the tallest woman; or is she?
the tallest woman must not have been available. i figure if Queen Long Legs wasn’t either, they’d have gone with tallest torso.
No…longest neck was the next choice.
where do i get a pair of those boots he’s wearing? in a larger size of course.
Pingping Pankratova sounds like the name of a lame action film set in Thailand.
another monday and no new post. we are getting SO ripped off lately in regard to fresh posts. you are becoming the Axel Rose of blogging. “Oh, i’ll wander out onstage (post a new blog) when i feel like it, i don’t care if it’s 3am, the peasants can just wait. “oh, i’ll finish my new album (post a new blog) when i feel like it, i don’t care if it’s been 11 years!”