OSR (Obligatory Simpsons reference):
OH PLEEEEEASE WON’T YOU SEE…MY…CHEST!
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ACK! Sometimes, I’m too fast for my own good… :o
Ahem. As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrrupted (by myself):
How about some knockers?
Or perhaps you’re a fan of the pectoral?
Don’t be embarrassed if your pecs aren’t eye-poppers! Now there’s hope for you!
Here I insert a joke about the time I spotted a dick.
Og burning your 1920’s style SD injokes – with pie.
No, I’m glad I don’t have a name like Chesty Morgan.
And speaking of chests …
Hah, hah. Our tri-felinic friend is hoist on her own pet aard.
Wait, now I realize why this doesn’t make sense. You posted the smilie of Abraham Lincoln backward. It should be:
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They look like eyes.
Hey, what a name for a movie:
The Hills Have Eyes, Part VI: Revenge of Ayesha
Boob afraid. Boob very afraid.
Now, have I mentioned my chest …
Tom: It’s breastica-boob-ical, chestica-mamm-ical
Pendular, globular fun!
Mike: Flesh-ical, orbital, mound-ular, scoop-ular?
Tom: Right-o! That’s the one!
Crow: Is it glutial maximal, tush-ital, crack-ular, bun-ular, morning 'til night?
Tom: Well, you’re abso-to-glandular fanny fantastical
Masta-ca-flesh-ular right!
All: It’s area-logical, auto-erotical, toobular, boob-ular joy!
An expose-ular regional, batch-ular pouch-ular fun for girl and boy!
A latisima-dorsical, hung-like-a-horse-ical, calipa-ligical ball!
Crow: A most bun-ular, fun-ular
Mike: Fruit of the Loom-ular
Crow: French-ical tongue-ular
Tom: Whop-ita boob-ular
Mike: Movie of them alllllllllll!!!
All: Hey!!!
Ah, that song gives me a warm feeling in my chest.
Let’s leave my drawers out of this. We’re talking about my chest.
I see I’m not the only admirer of crescent-shaped pectorals.
Ah, yes. A curvaceous chest is indeed a thing to be admired.
Isn’t it great that chests come in the sizes Large, Huge, and Monster?
Here you get a great chest, but booty to go with it!
I gotta tell you, SALicious, sometimes your chest is just, well, all puffed up with hot air.
Just because I’ve been gone for a few days, did people stop noticing my chest?
Ahem. My chest.
Are you protecting your chest against roost?
Or perhaps you’d find this chest protection more to your, ah, tastes?
I’d look pretty silly if I went out to a park and started slapping branches.
It might take attention away from my chest.
jeez, it took you all of 23 minutes to respond this time.