◦Boobs secrete precious life juice for baby nourishment. Ass doesn’t secrete anything, but if it does, upgrade your diet.
◦When gravity strikes the boobs, there are various bras that can be called into service for mammorial containment. When gravity strikes ass, though, it’s a slow, spiral-like spread, & any man on earth knows that there’s no stopping an awesome ass. (Even as it grows less & less awesome by the pound.)
◦When woman jog, boobs jiggle. Bigger boobs even bounce. But a big ass claps, & truth be told, that’s only appealing on unappealing strippers & their bullet wounds (preferably whilst I watch them earn their “tuition”).
◦Underboob makes a great hand-warmer, while modest cleavage can also be used for storing small things, like pens & cell phones. Asses are used for storage, also, but it’s a completely different process. Think ‘The Miracle Of Birth’ in reverse. & anal-y.
◦Boobs are right under the face. There’s no hiding what may or may not be a butterface later that day. Asses, on the other hand, are as deceptive and sneaky as 8 year old twins. What appears to be the voluptuous hips of a woman in the distance could very well be jean leggings on a dude who exercises way too much.
I was trying to find a reason to disagree since I prefer ass. However, I’ve been hit with a buttaface as a result of my escapades. So I’m just gonna *shrug*
& my response wouldve been a swift yet just “but boobs don’t shit, tho.” Boom.
I’m splitting the fence on that one, homie. I love tatas and cakes!
Preeeeaach!!
You can come up with another 15 reasons to make it a top 20 and I’ll still take ass first. Thick ass & thighs make gettin down way more fun and that’s the only reason I need. But really though, a pretty face > than any other body part for me.
Yo Grands…cats are bigging you up at georgebushmoney.com
take a bow
“Boobs don’t shit, tho”
Lol. True.
A GOOD LUBED UP TITTIE FUCK FEELS JUST AS GOOD AS THE HEADS DOES…..LOTS OF SPIT WILL DO THE TRICK THEN YOU CAN BLESS THE BITCH WITH A PEARL NECKLACE SO SHE CAN NEVER SAY YOU NEVER GAVE HER ANYTHING NICE
Front yard is a façade. They might be great, but the silicon-bearers might not even feel anything anymore which is more and more likely these days. It may not be sneaky, it’s all in the open, but it’s mostly the neon flashlights, doesn’t mean the joint is tight. And basic optometry is the bait clothing companies use to fool unsuspecting males into submission since woman found a way to make them believe they’re perverts when it’s merely reading that golden hoodrat font lettering on an otherwise monochrome shirt, placed there and worn in that purpose, that got him in trouble. Love’ em, don’t trust em.
Back Doors is a promise. A promise that, wherever, whenever you get the chance, one push equals five rebounds, even without a spring mattress. When she’s walking away, that sway is the calling card. That’s the last thing you see, and she’s working it so you’ll work hard to get it back. Doesn’t have to be huge, actually huge is bad. But just round, soft and firm at the same time. You don’t have to look at her judgemental eyes before enjoying a small piece of heaven. So it’s really a comfort food for the eyes, and a delightful treat when you get your hands on em. Whenever one of em got too close to you in the subway and they apologize, you should only say My Pleasure! Assstastic passion and hershey highway are two completely different things though.
All in all, back doors kept human procreating and front yards helped them keep babies alive. It’s all good.