Boobs

I like boobs, I like tits,
before you touch, you must get permits.
Nothing like a nice pair of assets,
oh how puppies make nice pets.
Bazongas are boobs that are large,
strippers and hookers, will always charge.
Nothing like the perfect bosom,
but only on the perfect woman.
Breasts are yummy dark or white,
but first you must wait for an invite.
Some girls even have a third nipple,
do not squeeze says Mr. Whipple.
I don't mind girls on the itty, bitty, titty committee,
on a carpenters dream, I show no pity.
They could be called a bust, some call them cans,
a woman's squeeze box, all men are fans.
Chesticles is a term I have never heard,
but everyday, I learn a new word.
I like cones, I like jugs,
girls with big ones, I give hugs.
Al Bundy loved calling them hooters,
at the restaurant, I wish I was one of the recruiters.
A girl with a nice set of knockers,
might find herself with unwanted stalkers.
Fergie sang about her lovely lady lumps,
a good set of melons, still give me goose bumps.
Boobs always come in a pair,
why do bra's, they have to wear.
Even men who smoke lots of crack,
still can appreciate a good sized rack.
I don't care if there fake or real.
in a crowded room, I always cop a feel.
Girls love showing off some cleavage,
I wish I lived in a booby village.
Babies need breast milk to make them stronger,
if the mom is hot, they may do it longer.
In conclusion, I love boobs,
with whipped cream or melting ice cubes.

International Talk Like a Pirate Day

I'd Like to Change My Vote Retroactively

Okay, okay! Enough, ready!

Last Fall, I thought both political parties came up with awful candidates. I wound up voting for HRC, simply as the lesser of two evils.

While Donald Trump has done nothing to change my negative opinion of his candidacy since, Hillary Clinton has managed to spend the past six months or so to make mine of her more negative than it was before.

Specifically, her book What Happened depicted her in a very self-serving, negative manner. She in no way owned up to why she lost.

Why did she lose? 

It wasn't Bernie Sanders, or James Comey, or young women failing to vote their sex. Not really. It wasn't the plethora of "deplorables" as she styled them. 

But doing so was a gaffe of the first order.

Some of it was her suckling up to the udders of Wall Street, some of it was the lingering bad taste from her husband's two terms, some of it was that she came on with a sense that she was entitled to the nomination by the Democratic Party.

And Madeline Albright's remark about 'the special place in Hell for young women who don't support her.'

No, she lost because she was not seen as trustworthy by a lot of people.

The scandal of the superdelegates helped make the Democratic Party's selection process look like a rigged deck.

And she thought that she had Michigan, Wisconsin, and Pennsylvania in the bag; and consequently didn't campaign there like she should have.

So for whom would I like to change my 2016 vote to?

Bubba the Cat!

Because I think that a representative of felis catus would have made a better President, and more honest, that the two that the Republicans and Democrats came up with.

Pooh

Chinook/Shithook

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Ramadan occurs in April.