bust...or bust!

i want BOOBS! alright, let me back up...technically, i have boobs; more than most circa 1992. what i want, to be a tad clearer, are the boobs i used to know so well. even ten years ago boobs would be fine. man, were they great! young & fearless...ready to tackle anything life threw at 'em! and you know, i didn't even appreciate them. isn't that sad? makes me wanna cry, just like all those adolescent boys must have felt back in the day when old boobs used to walk through the door. because slowly, over time they have become sad as well. nothing seems to perk them up anymore; like they're exhausted. sure, i support them the best way i know how. conscientious of colors & delicate materials that would show i care. yep, there's no small fortune too much for my girls. i even let them hang out at parties...get togethers with friends...family functions. but it's just not the same. exercise? mmyea, i don't do that, however i have thought about taking up free weights! (does it count if i think about it?) maybe i should give them a lift...or some silly(cone) new roommates? they might like that! and i personally, would feel better knowing they were rejuvenated & happy. that someday we could run down the beach together with reckless abandon!