Breasts. Tits. Hooters. Funbags. Chats. Boobs. Jigglies. Bazookas. Floppily doppilys. Ho-ho's. Call 'em what you will. Personally I'm in favour of the epithet Juggs. It's such a heartwarming word don't you think? And so it should be. It describes such heartwarming things. And not just heartwarming either, I for one know that they don't just warm my heart. But, let's not get into that. It wouldn't be a pretty picture to implant in your minds. There was a woman in the club tonight that had a pair of juggs so large it looked like she was smuggling 747 nosecones. The words that came out of my mouth when I saw her sitting were "Holy fuck, would you check out the puppies on her!" Seriously, these were huge. But not overly huge, they weren't Lolo Ferrari huge, 'cos that's just wrong no matter how you paint it. These were all natural, god made pillows of fun that caught my eye, not to mention other parts of my anatomy, and I couldn't ta...
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You go for it and have a great time
Make the most of being the only one in the family with a degree. Your wee bro is gonna catch up soon...
Graham,
I didn't even consider the drinkin an a shaggin. wOOt! (As I believe is the modern way of celebrating. Not like in my day when you took out a small ad in the Times society pages.)
Salagatle!
Congratulations, well done you! Being a mature student ain't so bad, I promise you...and I don't need to wish you luck. Your potential speaks for itself.
The "Mature" tag only applies to my age.
H,
Thanks for your kind words.