In truth, there are a number of reasons, but I refer here to the fact that larger breasts save lives. Just the other day, I pondered why it is that I don’t have an airbag in my DeLorean, and now I see that perhaps I don’t need an airbag after all, but rather a big-breasted bodyguard willing to jump in between me and my steering wheel should an accident be evident.
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