Those tits are mournful. Those tits are sadder than Field Of Dreams when Kevin Costner has a catch with his Dad. They look like someone filled a condom or a sock with nickels and taped them to her chest. Those tits are the reason suicide hotlines exist. Those tits make me want to construct two tiny coffins and give them a dignified, tasteful funeral. Those tits would make Leo Buscaglia walk into a fucking propeller. Those awful tits make Rosie Perez almost attractive to me.