Saturday, August 19, 2006
Busted

Men continually get a bad rap for always thinking about women's' breasts.  I'm not sure why that is, because women are just as obsessed with breasts as men are; consequently, we're just not as vocal.

I've seen some pretty interesting breasts in the past 12 hours; three pair stand out in my mind. 

Breasts # 1:  The breasts in question actually made me cringe.  These were on an older lady who was using a walking stick to go into a convenience store. She had on a pink sleeveless shirt with no bra. I watched her tubular teats swing like a pendulum back and forth as she walked, and I actually felt sympathetic phantom pains well up in my chest. I was fascinated. I couldn't help it.

Breasts # 2:    This spectacular pair were attached to a walking broom stick. They were the size of cantaloupes and obviously not a gift from God, but from a well-paid plastic surgeon.  I'm actually surprised I noticed her bosom, because quite frankly her make-up job rivaled Tammy Faye's. Wait I take that back after looking at that link, her make-up surpassed  Tammy Faye's.

Breasts # 3:  I had to take a second look at this pair.  I've had mosquito bites bigger than them. 

So yes, women are just as bewitched with boobage as men are. We're just obviously more hypercritical.

On a better note, one week down since school started.  It's all good.