The best thing about boobs, though, is that it does not only refer to breasts. A boob is a person who makes poor choices and is the butt of many people’s jokes. Since the majority of my posts are about people who genuinely are boobs, I feel like I’m satisfying James (though I haven’t spoken with him in many years) and being true to myself at the same time. If you’ve ever perused my blog looking for breasts then please accept my apologies as they’re never going to be a part of the process. Unless I think of something kinda funny to say about them, but then, aren’t boob jokes way overdone?
It should also be noted that I have never had a person find my blog looking for boobs. I don’t think anyone types that when they’re looking for porn online anyway. At least not on search terms I’m allowed to see. Maybe all those mystery search terms are for boobs, I’m not sure. I am quite delighted when WordPress tells me the most popular topic I’ve written about is boobs. It even beats out, “Oh God Why?!”, which is usually in the top three. I’m also amused that the address for this blog is a-nod-to-greatness-5-boobs. I’d like to point out that five boobs is far too many and that it was not what I was going for.
To be honest I’ve never been one to obsess about breasts. In fact, I’m not really one to pick any part of the external body and dedicate my time to it. The sexiest part of the female (or male, I’m guessing, but not sure) body is the brain, all other parts are merely a connection to that brain. Anything you want to do with a person is a connection, through nerves, of your brain and theirs. If the brain in question is not stimulating then everything else is just dressing and not worth the price of admission. I’m certain most people will think I have no idea what I’m talking about when I say that, or think I’m not serious, and that’s no problem. Maybe a few of you know what I’m talking about, though, and you’re the wonderful ones. Don’t ever let boobs change you.