We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I think it's awesome! Boobs with a sense of humour are a serious rarity (just look at the current administration ;-) & this young lady is a Jack drinker to boot! If I were a boy, I'd want to marry her.
Hmm, as a (former) boy, this image puts thoughts of marriage somewhere in the vicinity of the ort belt. After discussing this with Mr. Belvedere I now realize my question lacked a very pertinent context. Forgive me but now I gotta ask the impertinent question...how to I put this...Are you "over-fortunately-endowed"?
As to your first question - what are the ladies' thoughts? I think the picture is hilarious, and I automatically like the ballast for those boobs because she's gutsy. And probably drunk. If you're asking if ... well, if I would like big knockers like that, no. Too much trouble and I like guys who can make eye-contact. Plus, I've never met a guy who really liked great big ones in the sack. They say they get in the way and sometimes rest on either side of her body... like on the bed. yuk.
Now there's an image, Meta, that I'd rather not think about. Besides, a bosom that big begins its relentless march toward one's feet during one's thirties. And never stops after that.
Back in the days when push-up bras were first invented, I tried one on once, and decided that the view was just too much of a muchness and that nature had endowed me with the exact amount I needed. So KRW, no, I've never yearned to be over-endowed. And the menfolk I've enjoyed in the course of a full life have never complained. Bless their lustful hearts.
Hah! Marianne... You get the Nobel Piece Prize for the following quips about a coupla fine 'pieces'.
"...too much of a muchness..."
"Bless their lustful hearts."
hahaha. Beautiful. I got one of those push-up bras and could not bear the feeling that my tatas were going to pop out into someone's face. I want my luscious orbs in control. I might have been traumatized by the 60's, methinks, when no matter where you looked, you saw some giant, unfettered jugs hanging down with the nipples aimed straight at the owner's sandals. ew.
I see young girls who wear such tight push-up bras than they look uni-breasted. Bless their lustful parts.
I would like to add that I've made a vow never to judge a woman based on a body part, although I admit I do have my preferences. So, in the spirit of having had a cocktail I'd like to offer my sincere apologies to the young lady in the above photo and extend an invitation to my home where I would gladly give all that I have to assist in the cultivation of her mind. And if that fails, and I pray it does, we can address her most notable assets.
Grace exists because God loves sinners. Therefore, I feel scurrilous and quite loved, but never one to sin so grace might abound, merely overrun by a nature unbound by doubt, I pray sincerely, "Lord I believe, help me in my unbelief." In the mean time Father, could you see fit to assist me in the dilemma of my free moral agency and send an angel to my aid. I could use a good wing man.
Meta, there is a distinction between a wing man and a wingman, but it's a quibble. That being said, the notion of God sending Miss D. D. Daniels as a substitute for an angel is rather hilarious.
Honestly, I would have to say if this were the compromise the Lord saw fit to enact, someone's cup would overfloweth. The obvious conclusion would be Miss Daniels' cup (or cups), but I could not deny that my approval of the abundance of His blessings would qualify me for the metaphorical version of that phenomenon.
Better do something bad. If you're due any blessings, the Lord really might smiten' you with Miss D. D. Can you imagine the size of the wings she'll have to have to keep her from plummeting to earth with a loud fwoppity-fwop? Wow.
Anyways, you are aware that angels are way taller than you are, so get some scuba gear. ....... Hello?
Oh, and get some Jack. They're not allowed to fly under the influence. FUI bad for busty angels.
Well, being more of a leg man myself, I was curious. Showed pic to wifey and she was "offended" (in the amused kind of way). Then we went out to nice B-day dinner at modesty-Frenchy-provincially restaurant...bottle of wine...now sipping grappa and watching Gators. OK, maybe TMI, but it's context...Since I kind of kicked this off, feel obliged to respond to responses...Definitely funny to me. And definitely scary. T-R-O-U-B-L-E. OK, second half starting and not in right frame of mind to go on. But thanks to all for the input...
Her shirt - if that's what you can call it - says "I Wish These Were Brains." The fact that she stuck her "tatas" into the camera lens may show that she may in fact be light in the cranial department. If so, then she may need her physical endowment.