I Don't Pay...

...much attention to how many people visit this rag of a blog. If someone wants to come and peruse for a minute or two and get a chuckle or some insight, then that's good enough for me. And although I read and try to respond to all comments, I think the most I've ever had on one post was five, maybe six. Which again is fine. I appreciate the fact that someone took the time to feel compelled to leave one. BUT, if I had me some big ole titties, I'd up comments 20 fold. If you go here and scroll to the Aug. 31 post you'll see what I mean. 119 comments and counting, mostly from men. What a surprise!! Now I happen to think this woman is fairly intelligent and I have her linked. But for some reason she whines on about how there are no good men out there. And she pines for a man that will treat her as a woman should be treated. Hmmmm. Apparently she thinks the only thing she has to offer is a set of matching jugs. I'm a boob man, no doubt about it. Freely admit it. But I wouldn't want someone I was involved with to flaunt them for the whole world to see. I happen to think there's some incongruity going on here. Women always tell us NOT to stare at their breasts. They feel offended and make men out to be neanderthals. But of course they give us AMPLE opportunity to do so. I find that unfair. Men should be allowed to walk around with part of their dick hanging out of their zipper. Maybe put a little bandana on it. Or maybe a cock haltertop. Just to show the goods alittle bit. I've always thought women adhere to a double standard. If you were to walk in on your wife's/girlfriends sister or friend and she was in her bra and panties she would scream bloody murder, call you a pervert and burn your eyes out with a propane torch. But they have no problem walking on the beach in a bikini that leaves little to the imagination . And they glow in the attentive glares of lust. So I've decided I'm gonna get me some boobs. Implants. They won't be big because I don't have a chest, and the one I do have has a hole in it. But I'll have some boobies to show for that HNT thingy they do and I'll get lots of comments and my ego will get really pumped up and I'll feel really good about myself and hopefully some man will come along and sweep me off my feet, at which point I'll whip out those silcone sacks and beat him like the mule he is. Hey, quit looking at my tits!!!

P.S. Check out the comment I left. OH YEAH!!!