Another Friday has rolled around and we are looking for some kind of reward for all our hard labors, aren’t we? Well I don’t know about you but the best way I can think of to celebrate (without getting arrested, I swear it was just that one time!) is with boobs! Funbags, airbags, bazongas, coconuts, flesh pillows, pacifiers, party favors, wobblers, winnebagos, sweater puppies. OK, I got a little carried away. I’m back now.
But really, what’s better than funbags on Friday? As I sit here in Starbuck’s drinking my trente white chocolate mocha with just a dash of caramel and gazing at this veritable smorgasbord of squeezables, I think to myself, “How can life get any better?” Of course If I actually had a life and a girlfriend with real tatas instead of that inflatable Sally Doll in my closet I suppose that would be better. Anyway, enough about me. Here’s what you’ve been waiting all week for, and if you like it please let me know by leaving a comment so I don’t feel completely like my life is a wasteland. Now I feel like I need to go home and tell all my troubles to Sally. She always understands me.
