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.