Boy I'm taking a risk here huh? I'm talking about breasts. There I said it. Today as I walked into the local stake house to vote, that's a Mormon church and another Blog altogether by the way, I walked right up on a woman breast feeding her baby. She flashed me and everything. She was right at the first table you walk up to just visiting. Now I was married and raised two kids and yes I have tried tit milk and all that, but.... I felt a little pissed about this woman, who was far from alone, sitting in a very public place not the least bit trying to find a little privacy doing what I percieve as a very private thing. I don't play pocket pool or "dig one out" without subterfuge, she shouldn't switch sides with out keeping the blanky down, yes she had a blanket but decided to FLASH the room a few times.

    Boy I'm gonna' get chewed out by the ladies for this blog but we do not see 'em, b00bs I mean, unless we're in an art museum or it's spank-bank time. Look guys, we all have two of 'em. Breasts not ladies, and even men do some times get breast cancer. Breast cancer, the big "C", killed my maternal grandmother and it took 12 agonizing years, but I watched my Mom die as much from the treatments as the cancer. I'm not exactly sure why here in America they're classified as top-secret, over in Europe a tit is considered sophisticated and are seen just hanging out everywhere. On the beach, party dresses ALL the way to the navel, and thank GOD too! But not in public when I'm not ready, ya' know what I mean? I'm going in this place to vote, not to arrouse primal instincts in a well-lit gymnasium.

    There's a local Television station in Washington D.C. that's daring to expose women's breasts on it's five and eleven P.M. news casts. How could they defend this perverted offering during prime family viewing times? To save lives! They're doing this so that women can stay alive. The station's news department has produced a two-part series of breast self-examination in the fight against breast cancer. That's a pretty good reason, don't you think? And HOW IRONIC that this should be produced in Washington D.C., home to more B00BS than any other place on earth, besides this upholstered brothell of course...

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