a
large set of women’s
breasts that perform a lively mating
dance with the eyes of every man whos body is coursing with testosterone (A man need not be in eye-shot of such a spectacle to be effected as his...ur, umm…”divining rod” points the way like a compass to magnetic north.)
Dude: Scope those curvacious maidens. I’
ll pounce the coal
top with the bouncing betties. What’s your ruling on the
blonde?
Wingman: The dewclaws are up.