Saturday, May 3, 2008

Put your face in my blog and make motorboat noises

I don't know what it is, but when I see two soft, round orbs of flesh peeking out of the top of a lady's blouse, I want to shout songs of joy from the mountain tops. When I see a bulging, low cut blouse, i skjrhw...uh...I'm sorry... what were we talking about...
Anyway, God bless the fine women of America who dazzle us every day with the glory of their half-dressed sweater puppets. We salute you.