Life, liberty and the pursuit of big boobs.

Hello again faithful reader of my blog.

Life is funny the way us guys all pretend everything in our lives is soooo important! What job we have, car we drive, house we live in, our personal hobbies etc. We have a tendency to "show off" all of our crap. Now don't get me wrong. I also believe that my job and crap is sooo special that everybody elses shit does not even come close to comparing.

We spend our whole lives working hard to accumulate as much crap as possible. If they come out with new and improved crap, we want that too.

But of all the things I cherish most, something I cannot replace is the rest of my wife that is attached to MY boobs. By "my" I actually mean they are part of Kathy's torso, I just hold the "title" to them. I like to take them to dinner, sometimes a movie. Other days I like to leave them at home while I go to the gym or perhaps take in a round of golf. "My" boobs are my most favorite thing I have. I sometimes even do naughty things to "my" boobs. They could care less.

"My" boobs even came standard with nipples. I didn't pay one extra cent for them. If I ever had to give someone advice, I would definitely suggest getting the nipples; they are great!

For all of my hard work, sweat and tears, I ended up with the greatest most loving and thoughtful pair of boobs in the world.

I call them Kathy.

I love them more than my car.