Coworker: I've got a potential customer on line 2 for you.
Response: What are the perts?
Coworker: It's a woman named Josephine Dokes. She's got an afghan hound and she saw our ad for the no-tangle pet comb.
Aesthetically the perfect breasts, not too big and can hold their own against gravity and blouse tug (derived from "pert and perky")
"Dude, I know ya love those knee-shootin’ yabos but there’s such a thing as too big. Now take that little amuse-bouche. That quasar has got a nice set of perts."
Poets of the Fall are an amazing band that hardly anyone has ever heard of outside of Europe. Pisses all over every other band that is out there. And then some. Check out their music on their website, or the repulsive phenomenon that is known as myspace.