Boobs
Someone on my flist is having a hard time of things, and so I quoted Lewis Black, whose dark and dirty humor always lifts my spirits. It was his opinion about Janet Jackson’s “exposure”, which comes down to “it wasn’t on long enough to register nipple in your brain, and there’s if there’s no nipple, there’s no titty. It’s just a shoulder without bone structure.”
Anyway, I just wanted to lodge in my own journal that boobs, in just about every context, lighten my day. Looking at them, talking about them, theorizing, using them as pillows, giggling about their willfulness, naming them with people, or as my LJ interest used to say, using cleavage as catharsis, they’re just fun. Admittedly, they don’t move of their own volition as a guy’s jumblies do, unless you’re a model in the music video for Addicted to Love, but they’ve almost got their own personalities, sometimes different from their owners.
You don’t have to lust after them to enjoy them.
… but that’s fun, too.
as I think I’ve said before:
mmmm boobs
also, perhaps only parts of them move on thier own. I mean, last time I checked I didn’t will them to become well…. obvious when it was cold out.
It’s kind of amusing to think that the converse happens to boys’ bits, innit?
It is to me at least. I can still walk right and swim… apparently some fellows have bigger issues…
Hey, it’s not the size of the issue that counts…
Think what you like.
Don’t forget about their gravitational pull as well.
Two large round heavenly bodies… why do you think large breasted women always seem to drop food right down the center?
… for other people to retrieve? :)
I will volunteer to help silver_bits with this immediately ;)
Great icon, Skennedy!
Thanks :)
I’m just going to leave a comment right about…. here.
Boobs. Can’t live with them, can’t get laid with out them.
Word. Water does fun things bouncing off them, too!
I know I love mine! So do the guys at work…and its great fun acting all offended when the one guessed the wrong size! (C cup my ass….DD all the way baby!)
Did he then ask for proof? I know I woulda muahahaha. ;-)
Heh :) I think nearly all my best experiences in life have had boobs associated somehow ;) Except skydiving – if it had been a female instructor, that’d be a clean sweep!
Amen brother, Amen.
yay for boobage!
*cheers*