Ding-Dong! It's the Fuller Breast Man!

We have a stack of advance copies, reviewer’s copies, etc., of books on a table at work. I just glanced over it and saw one called Fuller Breasts. Maybe showing my age, but I actually stood there for a moment, thinking, “they sell those things door-to-door now?!”

Eve, you owe me for the Windex I’m going to need for my monitor. I’ll bet that 80% of the people reading this will have never heard of a Fuller Brush man, however.

Hell, I’ve heard of the Fuller Brush Man.

But Fuller Breast Man has a lot more bounce.

I wonder if, after putting his foot in the door, the salesman scatters a handful of tits on your rug…

Hey, I’m only 35 and I’ve heard of them. 'Course, my parents grew up during the Depression.

Heck, I’m 19 and I’ve heard of the Fuller Brush man. Never met one, mind you, but I know what they are.

Yeah. It’s a boob job.

Yes, yes they do!

Nah, just nipples.

So does he pump you for a sale?

I don’t have time for the whole pitch, is there a brachure?

I wonder how you store them whilst selling them door to door.

So does the Fuller Breast Man ring doorbells, or does he believe in knockers all the way?

You store them in jugs.

I’m 33 I’ve heard of the Fuller Brush Man. So are you going to tell us how we can get Fuller Breasts or not? :wink:

Heck, I’m 38, and not only have I heard of Fuller Brush men, I remember them coming to our house.

Whenever he came to the door, we welcomed him into our bossom.

It’s not just a job, it’s an adventure.

Is there a Fuller Bush Man?

“Lay away?”

“Let me put my drink down.”

You can Google on Body Perks, I guess.

Does he try a hard sell, or does he massage the client?