I Like The Way You Burke It

Our fun beach game.

We call it BOOBS. We look around the beach to spot BOOBS. I know what you are thinking…

There are usually several BOOBS to choose from and they are NOT the type of BOOBS that you are picturing in your head right now. They are usually in the ballpark of 60+ years old, at or below the bellybutton, of the tube-sock variety (got to give credit for this visual to Nikki), or are the size of volleyballs with the inflated rest of the body to go with them. This game is so fun to play with men because THEY ALWAYS LOOK when you tell them there is a BOOB sighting. And when Wells sees them, the site of the BOOBS is so incredibly heinous that it (and I will quote) “burns my eyes.” On the off-chance that you see a fantastic set of BOOBS that we both agree are ‘bueno’ they generally seem to be accompanied by something that makes them as equally as hideous as the 60+ tube sock BOOBS. For example, we saw an amazing set of BOOBS yesterday – the kind I would not be afraid to discuss with a surgeon. And then we saw the BOOBS’ owner’s 4 year old son playing on the beach right next to her. This grossed us out so much that we took her fantastic set of BOOBS and placed them highest on the offending list. Feel free to borrow our BOOB game but you will have to be in Europe or on Fire Island to play. And no, I have not gone topless for fear people will confuse me with a boy. Sorry guys, no pictures to go with this post!