Tune in, Tokyo!

So, I've got tits on the "bodacious tatas" end of the spectrum (which comes with both its perks and its pesky annoyances, I might add). Perhaps because I'm the owner of said tits, I've never understood some men's fascination with them (not mine specifically but tits, in general). Some are tiny, some are ginormous, some are fake, some are au natural. They're there for child-rearing purposes, they're there for sexual purposes, they're there...'cause they're there. They come as part of the female package. What the hell is the big deal with the big ones?

But this woman makes me feel like a horny 13-year-old boy.

(Photo is her cover of New York Magazine)

A 13-year-old boy who wants to do nothing but bury his face in the mysterious, beautiful things attached to women's chests and become a motor boatin' son-of-a-bitch.