Mmmmm. I love small boobies. Yum. Thinking about them makes me so happy I feel like I have just watched It’s A Wonderful Life 12 times in a row while eating two tubs of Ben & Jerry’s Cookie Dough ice-cream. It’s a warm, dreamy feeling. And totally non-sexual. Well, maybe a bit sexual, actually. The thing that’s great about little tits is that they are so perky and
happy and pert. Like two little fellas eager to peer at the sun every
morning. Hi guys! Yep, there you are! A tiny tit day is always a great day. Not like a big boob day, which is
basically, by Newton’s Law of Gravity, always going to be a downer.

Look at those big puffy lumps falling out of their hoist and heading
down through Dumpsville for another day in Sag City. No thanks. I’ll take Pinky and Perky here and stuff ’em right in my mouth like beautiful fleshy pink doughnuts. I’d rather that than have my face smothered by big hulking airbags any day. Yep, I LOVE small tits.

JAM