Quotes About Boobs

A bra was not for little kids who dreamed of being astronauts. What are you gonna do with boobs in space? Unless they are currency for some far-flung civilization, all they're going to do is interfere with proper oxygen flow inside your space suit.

loudly for Truth have liars pled, their heels for Freedom slaves will click; where Boobs are holy, poets mad, illustrious punks of Progress shriek; when Souls are outlawed, Hearts are sick, Hearts being sick, Minds nothing can:

I'm not a virgin, Jim," I repeated—as though the problem had been that he hadn't heard me correctly the first time. He sat up and stared ahead for a long time, collecting himself. Quietly, I put my shirt back on. This is not the sort of conversation that you want to be having while your boobs are hanging out.

I have boobs! Chloe said again, a bit too loudly— she'd already had a couple of mini bottles at the Spot. My boobs are great, goddammit. You know that? They're fantastic! My boobs are amazing.

The Church must go, it is the haven of the booboisie, of boobs and bounders and all brummagem mountebanks.

She either looked like a glamorous movie star or a cheap hooker. It depended on how deeply she was panicking when she looked at her reflection. The black dress was soft and snug. It was V-necked and long-sleeved, so perfectly respectable. But Hailey had gotten her to wear one of her high-dollar bras and the boobs were not respectable at all. Even decently covered up, they demanded attention.

A bottle of beer mysteriously tips itself over and pours all over her head. Now she looks like a drowned rat. "It does have perks," I agree. "Little testy tonight?" "That woman's boobs do not belong in your face." "It's not as if I can see yours at the moment." "Well, you're damn well going to feel them. Soon." "One hopes," he murmurs.

A treasure that fire cannot eat. my little secret. I've carried them wrapped in a handkerchief in my bosom through some tight places. Not for nothing do Shamy girls have good boobs.

Here I was, lying on a sidewalk in historical New Orleans, with my boobs hanging out of my dress, my hair coming down, my sandals on my arm, and a large tiger licking my face.

Tully/Ysolde: "Brom?" I asked, releasing his head. He reeled backwards for a moment, his eyes huge. "Are you all right?" Brom: "I couldn't breathe," he said, giving my boobs a wary glance.

I am very curvy, so the vintage stores suit me better than most designers. I just can't seem to give up crisps, or make my boobs shrink for that matter. Alas, I will never fit a size zero.

Then, walking across the room, hips swaying, blond hair flowing as if in a shampoo commercial, came Joe's date. Tall. Skinny. Big boobs despite the skinniness, their cantaloupe-like roundness announcing them as store-bought

Elections in L.A. are so different. Here you've got politicians with phony smiles making false promises to voters with fake boobs and bad toupees.

She's really married? Tallow said to Bat. Yeah. Talia's like this Scandinavian Amazon who can break rocks with her boobs. She could fit Scarly in her armpit. Sometimes I think she likes Scarly just because she was the most portable lesbian available.

Janet Jackson's 'wardrobe malfunction' cost CBS Five hundred and Fifty grand this week. Boy, what a tough week for the network. First, the false documents on President Bush's National Guard record and now this. CBS says they have learned their lesson: no more trying to expose boobs.

my attention was drawn instantly to the girl with the biggest boobs. Her eyes were glowing.