Titty Meat

My daytime manager was busy discussing the benefits of her 'mommy and me' swim class, today. Apparently, she has never learned how to swim, and is taking this time to learn with her two year old boy. When discussing the topic of buoyancy she quipped, "I had my natural flotation removed three year ago, eight pounds of titty meat." My flabbergasted look must have struck a chord, so she topped the moment off by saying, "They were size F, boy."