Breasts don't have eyes.
They are better shaken, not stirred. I usually have one in my hand. One is too few and three are two many.
They prove men can concentrate on two things at once.
At KFC, you can only get breasts, legs, and thighs.
Her navel.
She outgrew her B shells.
By the time you're finished with the breast and thighs, all you have left is the greasy box to put your bone in.
Rattata.
The matches are made for adults, but kids constantly grab'em and play with them. The situation is quite opposite with breasts.
Who decided breasts looked like owls They were wrong.
They're intended for children but it's the men who usually end up playing with them.
Once you're finished with the breasts and thighs, you're left with a greasy box to put your bone in.
I'm Thor
He likes to keep it pretty Lo-key
Somebody threw a bone very far and Hulk yelled "HULK GET IT! HEY WAIT."
A T-Bone!!!!
Because they don't exist
Amadeus on my dais.
Putin on the Ritz
Seeing her box.
A tourist.
Mourning Sickness.
Good jab.
Because only Hugh can prevent florist friars.
Recalculating route.
Tell her you're a paratrooper. Chicks dig that kind of thing.
They're on Thor.
