Hello

Ahh, breasts. Bouncy, brazen balls of comedy, each and every one. As a lady, no matter what you are doing, you have them. On the toilet? You've got breasts. Buying cereal? There they are, along for the ride. Trip and fall on your ass? The twins will see your fall, and raise you a couple aftershocks of their own. Hello, they say! You can ignore me, but someone, somewhere, is aware of this part of you. Hello! Well, hello right back, you bizarre body parts. Hello to you too.