As you may know, I have been involved in some death defying research requiring special ladders, night vision goggles and submarines and, although this frightening work is in no way close to being finished, here are the initial findings regarding what is inside Christina Aguilera’s gigantic bazooms:
1. Ponies
2. All the unpaid parking tickets that ever existed
3. Lots of poofy lint
4. Several small tropical islands
5. Jimmy Hoffa
Over and Out,
Professor Cupcake
6. Silicone.
A silicone factory?
So THAT’S where the ponies went.
I know. Bummer.
I kinda thought those boobs were like nesting dolls. Inside that set is a slightly smaller set and inside that set is a slightly smaller set and inside that set is a slightly smaller set until you get to the size I was until I was 40 and started to become intimately acquainted with gravity. OMG. Can you imagine these at 65! Even the tiniest ones waaaayyyy inside will be at her navel.
Now I’m more scared of her bazooms.
As a single man with no prospects and little conceivable reason for even getting up in the morning, I would like to see the subject(s).
All cameras = in her bazooms.
In general I have been concerned that someone was slowly inflating Ms. Aguilera, like a helium balloon, all over, without her consent or knowledge. The badonkadonks are just one manifestation of an overall swelling that has had me puzzled.