Udder Madness

Now this here story is not for folks that is "sensitive." So if you blush easy, I suggest you head on over to waiter rant or some place and read some stuff that won't offend your sensibilities or nothing.

So, all the uppity women gone? Good.

Your uncle Bob Thorssen was, for lack of a better term, a titty man. He liked teats and the bigger the better. You couldn't come up with none that was too big for him. And he let it become a obsession with him.

Day in and day out, he thunk about them big teats and what could he do to get him some. It nearly ruined his and aint Leddie's marriage. She accused him of spending the fambly money on getting him some bigger teats than the last ones he had.

But one day, back in 1937, he found the ultimate teats, payed good money so that he could show them off to anybody he wanted and never gave them teats another thought.