I do mean to brag, but I have the bests boobs in the world. Why do I say this? Because I gained ten pounds last summer eating meatloaf and ice cream at my mom's, and I can't lose it, which sucks sometimes but only sometimes, because the upside is two-fold: T & A, my friend. T & A. You're a sad tool so you don't know the fun of having perfectly serviceable and nice rack for most of your life but without any real cleavage to speak of, and then suddenly you have cleavage; it's fairly fun. My boobs feel like someone else's boobs, which I have to admit is also somewhat entertaining. For me.