Big Busted Women
* Can get a taxi on the worst days.
* Have a neat place to carry spare change.
* Have always been the center of the arts (art).
* Make jogging a spectator sport.
* Can keep a magazine dry while laying in the tub.
* Have more negotiating power (with men shorter than them).
* Usually can find leftover popcorn after a movie.
* Can always carry a little extra.
* Always float better.
* Know where to look first for lost earrings.
* Rarely have to look for a slow dance partner.
* Have a place to set their glasses when sitting in an armless recliner.

Small Busted Women
* Don't cause a traffic accident every time they bend over in public.
* Always look younger.
* Find that dribbled food makes it to the napkin on their lap.
* Can always see their toes and shoes.
* Can sleep on their stomachs.
* Have no trouble sliding behind the wheel of small cars.
* Know that people can read the entire message on their T-shirts.
* Know that everything more than a handful is wasted.
* Can come late to a theater and not disrupt an entire aisle.
* Can take aerobics class without running the risk of knocking themselves out can hug closer, nicer, and longer.

I Can’t
One day this fellow noticed that a new couple had moved into the house next door. He was also quick to notice that the woman liked to sunbathe in the back yard, usually in a skimpy bikini that showed off a magnificent pair of breasts. He made it a point to water and trim his lawn as much as possible, hoping for yet another look.

Finally, he could stand it no more. Walking to the front door of the new neighbor's house, he knocked and waited. The husband, a large, burly man, opened the door. "Excuse me", our man stammered, "but I couldn't help noticing how beautiful your wife is."

"Yeah? So?" his hulking neighbor replied.

"Well, in particular, I am really struck by how beautiful her breasts are. I would gladly pay you ten thousand dollars if I could kiss those breasts."

The burly gorilla is about to deck our poor guy when his wife appears and stops him. She pulls him inside and they discuss the offer for a few moments. Finally, they return and ask our friend to step inside. "OK," the husband says gruffly, "for ten thousand dollars you can kiss my wife's tits."

At this the wife unbuttons her blouse, and the twin objects of desire hang free at last. Our man takes one in each hand, and proceeds to rub his face against them in total ecstasy. This goes on for several minutes, until the husband gets annoyed.

"Well, come on already, kiss 'em!" he growls. "I can't" replies our awe-struck hero, still nuzzling away.

"Why not?" demands the husband, getting really angry now.

"I don't have ten thousand dollars!"