I'd like to draw your attention to my chest.

My lord, ETF, you’re so quick it’s scary.

All talk and no action? Well, with the right person … blah blah blah…

'54 Buick bumper, which is more what I had in mind.

Or perhaps… a bit mousy, but some interesting tufts?

I want to post as though I misread “friggin’ birds” for “frigate birds.”

I’d like to post a request for pictures, oblivious to the fact that it’s already been done.

Right person? Oh, you’re so choosy. Sheesh. Just give me the money out of your chest already, would you?

Then there’s tail. Yeh, tail, a light subject fur finny stories.

My tail is not my best feature. That means people who admire tails are soooooo shallow.

Now, back to my chest …

Oh, frigate, SALicious – you’re always horning in with Titanic tall tales.

I quote a Monty Python sketch about chests.

My Og, people, how is she doing that?

I want to sympathizes with the problem you have with your chest by casually mentioning I have an even BIGGER problem with my chest.

Okay, back to your chest – will you open up to us? Have a heart!

Problems with your chest… you don’t mean pigeon breast?

I’d like to add that my SO finds it so sexy when I store my money there – and says that no amount of money could do it justice.

Or perhaps you’re pigeon-breasted?

Well, my SO certainly treasures my chest blah blah blah (Insert funny anecdote here.)

Yeah? Well I’ve seen your chest, and I needed an antidote.

Having a pigeon breast isn’t always a bad thing, especially if you’re into, ahhhhh… bizarre forms of, shall we say… jousting.

Imagine the figure you must have to fit into a pigeon breast. More like a uni-breast.

You horrible miscreant. Step into the Pit, buster.