I'm not suggesting Kate Uptonditch the supportive undergarments, though if she visited my home that would certainly be my first request. I'm just saying that with all that chestal real estate, she needs to be careful not to asphyxiate herself on the back-end of two enormous yams lifted up into her face by her own brassiere. That nearly happened last night in London where the blonde bombshell took the city by storm. Well, sextastic funbag storm, in a little black number that highlighted her full big white numbers quite nicely.
Though I really am a horrible sharer, I am glad to see that Kate's curvaceous appeals are now extending worldwide, as they ought. Some people will say they don't want the cliche buxom blonde to be representative of American beauty around the globe. I say, I'll bring this up with Kate as we lay together in the morning, still chaffed and weak from the splendor of the evening before. Enjoy.