By special request, I bring to you the right way to start off a week, especially on a shitty Monday where you realize that there's an entire week full of days that you have in front of you before the delicious holiday weekend. (For those of us lucky to celebrate Memorial weekend, I should say.)
Every week I'm thinking about featuring a new set of breasts, be they small, medium or large. Be they real or fake. Be they sloppy or athletic. Breasts, in my opinion, can be good for many different reasons. Similarly, they can be bad for several reasons as well. So tell me, how do the following breasts "stack" up?
Catherine Zeta Jones
In the beginning, I always thought that Catherine had minimal breasts at best. I remembered her more for her smoky voice and smoldering stare than her chichis. But that was only in the beginning.
See, she went on to marry Michael Douglas and pump out a couple of puppies. Which drastically appeared to improve her rack. And keep it that way, in the non-surgically enhance variety. (The best kind.) In the right dresses, those babies could derail a train.
And it's undeniable when you look at her in a bikini. Full, not typically as perky as a twenty something but still not headed for gravity-ville just yet. She looks hardy. Now if we could only get her a young guy to REALLY give that bod for a ride.