Oh, happy pants, err, happy day, when two juggernauts of the jiggly parts go chest to chest in our funbag Thunderdome, a fleshy contest of size, skills, and raw lady flesh that we affectionately refer to as the weekly Battle of the Boobtastic.
In one corner, we have the inimitable Page 3 Idol winner Lacey Banghard and some sweater puppies so perfectly pert that Picasso would’ve painted them precisely as is were she to have modeled for him. And in the opposing corner, Rosie Jones, a young woman we’ve officially lusted since the day she turned 18, and those special feelings have only swelled in the past five years. I can’t stand to see either woman lose. I want to pull each close to my body and whisper into their ears that everything will be just fine, even as my hands instinctively crawl over their equally delicious bottomsides.
But, competition demands a winner and a loser be named! So, I ask you, whose ta-ta’s reign supreme?