Ultra bounce!
Caught in mid-takeoff.
Over the weekend, I was watching some of YouTube’s live feed of Miami’s Ultra Music Festival. This annual gathering of electronic music fans and DJs draws a couple of hundred thousand people. Basically, a DJ on stage plays music to a crowd that bounces up and down all day in 80-degree heat. And then again at night, when all the phosphorescent lights and rave toys come out. Watching it was okay for about 20 minutes and then I get bored. (It’s really the kind of event that a person has to attend in person, not watch on a screen.)
It seems to me that the entire scene is wrong. The girls should be topless and bouncing up and down in the crowds, not the guys. This bothers me. Our society has it backwards. (These male-chauvinist laws need to be changed.) Anyway, I did spot quite a few good-looking girls packing out their bikini or tank tops and bobbing very nicely while they made those wavy arm and hand gestures they make during these things.
Achieving lift-off velocity.
Why do I bring this up?
Because a big-boobed girl bouncing up and down is one of the greatest things in the world, and one of my favorite things to see, next to her walking, jogging, go-go dancing, playing with a hula-hoop and exercising with one of those Shake-Weights. Give me the simple stuff, good clean fun, and I’m happy. I’m a simple kind of guy.
So today, bouncing boobs is our topic.
I can never get enough of it. And it’s a good educational tool at SCORELAND for demonstrating a physical law.
What goes up, must come down, unless there’s enough velocity to escape the pull of gravity.
And happy birthday week to Angel Gee (March 25), Connie Kline (March 29), Rebecca Love (March 30), Camille Morgan (March 30), Brittany O’Neil (March 31) and Sarah Sunshine (April 1).