Tits on a rock. One of my favorite expletives. M…
Tits on a rock. One of my favorite expletives. Many people have questioned it and few understand instinctively, so I’ll spell it out for the world to see…
Okay, here we go. Imagine you’re out hiking in the great wild woods, and you come upon a cluster of boulders. You know the kind, the ginormous ones that make you want to climb to the top and yell “I’m the King/Queen of the World” as loud as you can just to count the echoes and the whole while you’re really hoping that you don’t slip and fall off the side ‘cuz this is a big-ass boulder you’re standing on top of and if you go over the edge you know for sure that you’re gonna bounce a few times on the way down and it’s gonna hurt like a bitch when you hit the bottom, if you’re even conscious by then. So you’re up on this boulder, or possibly just approaching it with that “because it’s there” gleam in your eye and suddenly you notice the most incredible pair of tits sticking out of one side of the boulder, about halfway up, in the middle of relatively nowhere. Just tits, not an entire torso, or even part of one. Just the most beautiful and amazing (and not just because of the circumstances surrounding their appearance) pair of tits you’ve ever seen. If you’re like most people, it won’t take you long to get fairly to highly disgruntled at this point, because what the hell good are they there and what are they doing out in the middle of nowhere and did they once belong to someone (or maybe they still belong to someone and that creeps you out utterly) and you’re not sure if they’re even real because you can’t quite get up there and grope at them as you’re surely wishing like hell to do because they’re about halfway up and three-quarters over and there’s nothing but old, crumbly granite slanted at just the wrong angle and being held together primarily by some not-so convinced looking moss between you and those tits.
Need I say more?