This young kid Mitchell in our office passed by me the other day and mentioned offhand, 'I really love boobs'. I fired him on the spot. Although, admittedly, I learned later on he didn't actually work for me, once we got past the tears, he went back to the dental office down the hall where he empties the spittoons.
We here at Egotastic!, you there out there in your places of work and schooling and depravity, you don't love boobs, you need them. You love burgers and beer and convincing your friends it's their turn to pay for the UFC fight on PPV, those things you love. But boobs, you need. It's instinctual, it's human, it's genetically coded onto the very basic DNA of your existence. You need glorious globes of goodness. You could live without beer, god forbid. But you could not survive, or would not want to survive, without glorious funbags.
All of which leads us to the magnificent Rosie Jones, in a simple, but simply superb bit of chest puppy exhibition for the good folks at Nuts. Check out the pictures, see Rosie in action in the video, feed your need. And don't ever apologize. Enjoy.