Boobstagram: LISTEN UP FRENCH FRY!…thank you…
There is a great swell at the beginning, end, and middle of every fruitful moment.
Let’s not beat around the bush (seeing as it southernmost point is far from the point of this entry). We always need breasts. As preferences should stay outside while we adults converse, we need ALL types of breasts. Those of you reading this whilst shrugging or frowning, take your place on the bus stop outside of humanity (a.k.a. FUCKOFF!). So many American’s are trying to hide their need, or flake-off the truth of “bubbieneed”, for absolutely no good reason. From the excessive simplicity of “the early feed” to the seamlessly essential “morning ruffle”, breasts are not to be ignored. And it would seem the French know exactly what I mean.
I present (after many already have) BOOBSTAGRAM! Its already fully known the people have waved the burning flag of photo-need, and communication-addicition. WE GOT IT FUCKERS…YOU POST SHIT! WE FUCKING GET IT! But when will you communicate something of actual means. Too-damn-late Pringos, the Joie de vivre beat ya’ to the punch! Like the much trumped “Instagram”, a few (or perhaps just one) French nubile has created, out of the fertile womb of tumblr, a service that, through many of your communiqué punch-bowls, will deliver daily cleavage prescriptive medications.
Now, I know what may be rumbling through your soon-to be-sploded heads: ”Cleavages aint tatties!”. But frankly, if your thinking that, then you are dumber than I thought. Think about it, the cleavage reveals the sublime mystery below the bra-line. That mystery is what keeps both our tongues wet with desire, and keeps those tongues sharp with the kind of phallic poetry needed to bring the unlock said mysteries. Just ruminate on that…and follow the Boobstagram.
The best way to get these is on the tweeters. Daily little surprises, coupled with unknown French messages. Who fuckin’ knows.
From the seabound vessel of Captain Martian Espresso
All photos courtesy of http://boobstagram.fr