Jessica Simpson, on a promotional spree for her premiere country music CD, took a break to celebrate her birthday in some boots that were made for walkin' and some bewbs that were meant for knockin'. Sometimes I think it's a pity how life balances itself out. The smarter chicks who are more interesting usually don't come equipped with bazookas in their bras and the lifeless walking mannequins get the hooters. I know, as I have a set of my own, that tits aren't always the be all and end all of life, but shit. Life is too unfair already.