You know…

Mammaries.

The part, on many women, that enters the room before she does.

Or in the slang… bazooms, headlights, hooters, jugs, rack… Those are some common ones. You can find more here. Or here.

My personal favorite, not on that list, is “cachongas”.

You may ask… WHY… oh, why is she talking about them? I will tell you. Normally, I don’t pay much attention to them. (Even my own regardless of the fact that they’re of considerable enough size.) No… normally, I don’t think of them at all.

But they have been brought to my attention today, and I am thinking of them, because they’re sore. They ache. And I’m thinking about them.

In keeping with that theme, here are some links to things dealing with this ever-so-interesting, and broad themed subject. (Or is that bra’d themed? Oh, I crack me up!)

An army of… two?

It’s ok, pumpkin, they really ARE normal…

Got any gum?

So, you want to be a chick?

Maybe he does? Idunno.

Or is it this?

Oh HELL, no… Not me. Not possible.