
Back in the day, the secret to unlocking a man's heart was to enhance the three B's:
Boobs, butt, and brains beauty.
Brains? What brains?!

That's right: a giant fortune cookie! And maybe a big, curvaceous bum, but that's only if I drag my mind down the gutter. Which is exactly what the following "nature shots" require: a filthy mind and a juvenile amusement with the nether regions of the human body.

This is exactly why dudes have unrealistic expectations of women's bodies. I bet a few even think these ta-tas are real. And they expect all of us to have a set that can perform 360 degree rotations before powering into a projectile nipple light show.

But he's into that tank top. We know
where this is going . .

While the regular joes partake in
douchebaggery, the cream of the crap try their hand at douche-grab-bery. (Think the Terminator is our boob bandit? Look again.)
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Our friends in Japan never cease to entertain. Leave it to them to give an ordinary product some extraordinary packaging "enhancements" to entice male consumers. You know what they say — sex sells.

Believe it or not, this bouncing boobfest is sponsored by the folks of
a breast cancer awareness organization. They think the best way to get women in gear to check themselves regularly is to put an over-sized pair of
"fun bags" on a dude and have him laugh and frolic around as if he hasn't a care in the world — as if his ta-tas weren't susceptible to swelling, tenderness, and nasty lumps. But we'll see if he's still drooling over his newfound assets when that insufferable backache kicks in.

The Internet has got to be kidding us: there's a social networking website with free boob jobs up for grabs. Women who want plastic surgery, but can't afford it, establish profiles and the users who visit the site can donate any amount of money to any woman's cause. The donations add up and women can actually raise enough funds to fully cover the costs of the enhancements they want.

Lady takes off her sweatshirt and gets a round of applause. Lady wonders why . .