Meatpacking District to Get A Boob Job

A boob removal, to be exact.
Apparently in 2008, somebody decided they should put up giant stone boobs in a bunch of the plazas on Ninth Avenue.

Picture from nypost.com

I think this was a much better idea in their head, as the giant stone busts (HAHAHAHA) are apparently going to be removed soon, because people are tired of the boobs jokes.

Also, no offence, but those are not the more beautiful boobs I've ever seen made out of stone.

""They’re the breasts. They just sit out there and do nothing," said Matt DeMatt, owner of the Gaslight Lounge on Ninth Avenue, of the round mounds capped by nippled-shaped white cones."

Matt DeMatt, I have two things to say to you.

1. What do you think boobs normally do?
2. Your name is pretty weird. Just saying.

Thoughts on boobs as public art projects/barricades of plazas?
I can't say I'm exactly for it. I would have just stationed topless ladies where the giant stone boobs are instead. But that's just me.

(oYo)
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Tomatoes as Big as my Boobs

I know my boobs aren't the biggest in the world, but they're not exactly small either. So you might imagine that me finding something that should fit into the palm of your hand comfortably that's as big as one of my breasts, is disconcerting to say the least.
So imagine me walking into Whole Foods with my good friend and finding a monster sized tomato. Not a melon, or like a head of lettuce.
A tomato.

Sideways picture is sideways.

Guys, this is real life. This was a freaking huge tomato.

Nonsense.

Here's the other tomatoes compared to that one.

I guess I need to buy more organic.

(OYO)
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