Cmon, you can’t seriously walk around an outdoor fountain in the summertime without sliding your ghetto-cool mirrored sunglasses on and checking out all the chickies. Seeing boobies like this makes me happy. The world is right, the economy is fine, I’m not about to get fired, the national debt has not just exploded, and my other car really is a Porsche. Those boobies make me think that women everywhere want me to look and are pleased that I’ve noticed. By the way, is she listening to a real Ipod or are those white earbuds just faking me out?
