The Cup Size Choir

Yeah, it’s Christmas music but with gals like these it’s Christmas every day of the year.

Great Photo

Found this over at Camp Of The Saints.

Brunette Of The Week

How do I know she is a brunette? Well, trust me, only a brunette could have this fine a behind.

By the way, I am assured she has black panties on, so don’t go all freaky-deaky on me.

Hat-tip to Hell on Earth.

Special Bonus:

Find out what men think by reviewing The Great Male Survey 2010.

Good News – Some Things Are Getting Better . . . And Bigger

Important things.

Many women may have long suspected it, just as many men have secretly hoped for it. But it’s official: women’s breasts, and particularly those of younger women, are getting bigger. While implants have been putting that little extra va-va-voom into some busts, mostly it’s a phenomenon that has occurred naturally in women, and exponentially so over the past 50 years. In fact, their cup size has tripled.

In 1960, the average bra size in Australia was 10B. Ten years ago, it was 12B. Today, it’s 14C. “It’s six to seven sizes up in a comparatively few number of years,” says Sally Berkeley, the general manager of bra company Berlei, which next month launches a new super-sized range of cups, up to an H, to add to the traditional A-to-E dimensions. Rival Eveden now has a K cup, while Triumph is up to a G and is trialling a new cup size, J, for the next season.

There’s not much to say about this except it’s the greatest thing since sliced bread (showing my age with that reference, but seriously it is.)

Thanks to Theo for the beautiful gal with the lovely eyes.

Special Bonus:

What may be the greatest collection of boob-centric animated gifs eva’.

I Am Abba, err, America

Found this over at Three Donia. It pretty much reflects the exact mood of most of the country these days and if you are more turned-on by hot brunettes that you are turned-off by campy 80’s synthesizer then I’m pretty sure you’re gonna like it.

As for me, I kind of like both as evidenced by my secret Abba fetish.

America is sending an SOS, that’s for sure.

Nice Spear

Yesterday was Boobquake Day

And I missed it, dammit. So here’s an aftershock for you.

Via Theo, of course.

And Some Wonder Why I Want A Motorcycle

Silly people. I’m still looking for the right one by the way. But you’d be surprised how hard it is to find one just like this. Girl and all.

Via Theo, of course.

Daddy Wants Some

Speaking of Mohammed and the wimps at Comedy Central, well, this is something else that the media wouldn’t air. ABC this time. Morons. They can throw those skinny scags with fake boobs on Desperate Housewives and the almost anorexic Courteney Cox on Cougar Town, but they can show a real woman with real curves and even realer hooters in a fricken lingerie commercial?

Thank the Lord for Youtube or beauty like this would be lost to the masses.

Brunette Of The Week

Don’t know her name, so I’ll just call her “mine.”

Hat-tip to Theo.

On The Road

Loving wife and I are with our youngest son in Washington D.C. this week seeing the sites and doing my best to educate on true United States history instead of that politically correct liberal crap he is learning in school these days. I hear there is a Tea Party going on and I am hoping I get to see some of it, take some photos, and maybe even yell out a protest slogan or two from far back in the crowd (I got a career to protect for two more years so I can’t yell at Nancy in the Congressional Gallery just yet.)

Yes, I am a federal worker who doesn’t like what our elected leaders are doing to our country. I also want a smaller, less intrusive federal government, go figure that. And there are many more like me, it’s just that you don’t hear from us for the same reason you don’t hear from conservative teachers in K-12 grades or conservative college professors or conservative Hollywood types – which is that we are outnumbered and have livelihoods to protect.

And I’m not lazy. Or at least certainly not any lazier than any private sector worker I have ever met. Now am I as productive? Impossible to tell, since my job is one of those that doesn’t translate to a private sector job and can’t be measured by how many widgets I produce or how many sales I make. I do know what my – our – mission is though and I do my best to complete that mission in a timely, effective, and professional manner while spending as little of your – our – tax dollars as possible.

Nor am I stupid or uneducated. And I don’t have a disdain for the American people. I am an American person, after all.

Anyway, rambling here (been getting hit on all sides by a “hatin’ all government workers crap” these days) as I wait for loving wife to vacate the bathroom after an hour of primping so that I can shower myself, so I will let you go.

Oh, the brunette? Nothing to do with the post, she is just hot.

H/T to Theo for the photo of course.

My Love For Brunettes

Is exceeded only by my love for natural big hooters.  BTW that is Christian Hendricks.

Nice Chips

Something Theo would normally say.

BTW, at first glance I thought this was one of my fellow bloggers/readers. It isn’t, but there is an uncanny resemblance. I wonder if she likes Doritos.

I Had Some Complaints

About keeping Maria Swan up on the top of the blog for so long, so I decided to move her down a bit.

And yeah, I know I need to post something more substantive – like there could be – but I’ve been busy. I’ll work on something.

Thanks to Theo for her replacement.


Pointy Birds
By Steve Martin

Pointy Birds,
oh pointy pointy.
Anoint my head
anointy ‘nointy…

In line with my new-found determination that this blog not turn into some sad imitation of the more successful picture-posting blogs I enjoy, I feel the need to actually write something as opposed to cutting and pasting. And so I turn to something that peaked my interest a long time ago which is “pointy bras.”

To be honest though, this is an old post idea from long ago on a blog long since gone, renovated in a word, both because I like the subject but also because I’m still feeling kind of lazy and can’t seem to get totally original just yet.

Anyway, what jogged my memory in the pointy bra direction was my seeing Watchmen for the first time the other night. Part of the movie takes place in the 1940s and that got me thinking about all the movies from the 1940s and 1950s period. The pointy bra era. (Actually, it is more rightly called the bullet bra era but then that doesn’t work with the Steve Martin thing up above so give me a break.)

Some research into the matter discloses that the pointy bra may have become most popular in the 1950s, but the 1930s saw the onset of bras with “quite separate cups” and the invention of “cup” sizes.

Prior to the 30s, the style was the very confining “slimming” style of the Flapper. The 1940s is described as a “utility” period for bras (there was a war on, ya know), but the movies from that era seem to be chocked full of pointy bras, so maybe only Hollywood had access to them. Finally, it appears that the 1960s killed off the pointy bra (along with most bras for that matter).

It might just be me, but I think the wide-shouldered, pointy bra women in those 40s and 50s films look not only sexy, but also classy and intelligent.

So, assuming the things are not awfully uncomfortable, ladies, what about bringing them back? I’ll wear a Fedora if you do.

Okay, this is not an example of a pointy bra, but jeeze it is a great photo.

There’s like a mile of leg there, topped off by great points up high.

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