F is for Feet… Ah feet. Unjustly reviled as icky, nasty, gross and only good for allowing the owner of a pair to wear foxy shoes. “but feet are all gross and smelly” I hear you cry. Well, just for … Continue reading →

B is for Breasts… Boobs. Boobies. Bazookas. Bristols. Baps. Breasticles. Bags of fun (and that was without the use of a Roget’s Profanisaurus, which undoubtedly has several more, if you’re so inclined). Lots of B words for ’em, lots of … Continue reading →