Boobs - A Reflection

MMmmmm…Boobs! Big-uns! Juggs!

I can’t get them out of my mind. Go ahead – try not to think about them for even a few hours. It’s impossible. They’re everywhere!

Hiding under tight sweaters at the mall. Bobbing up and down on the machines at the gym. Leaning over the fresh produce at Trader Joe’s.

They greet you when you enter a nice restaurant. They keep you calm as the nurse draws blood. They soothe the pain of a bad beat on the river as you’re handed your cocktail.

Sometimes you are accused of talking to them – sometimes they talk back.

They are also useful. Aiding in nourishment. Employing tens of thousands in the brassiere industry. Helping man rid himself of extra $20 bills.

Without boobs there would be no reason to go to Hooters. Cheerleaders would just be annoying girls who yell stuff. The Victoria Secret catalogue would lose all value.



Boobs are so important to our society that they have been immortalized in the works of creative geniuses such as Picasso’s “Woman With Book” and 50 Cent’s “Elementry”.

Communities such as Boob Creek, Alaska and Titson, England were founded in their honor.

BOOB spelled backward is still BOOB.

What is their power? Who holds to secret to their mystery? When is the next time I will get to squeeze some???

While I don’t have the answer to any of those questions, I do know one thing: I LOVE BOOBS.