Beepers, bleepers, boopers, droopers, superdroopers and spaniel ears! my grandmother dredges triumphantly from the depths of her 93 years deep memory (it took several attempts). Her brother's funny little, er, ode to breasts. I remember her being quite amused at the 'over the shoulder boulder holder' joke as well, bless her.
She compliments my endowments, though, and protests when I say I have quantity over quality, I'm wearing a wrap dress and am revealing cleavage, in preparation for the tropical heat of her house.
'Oh no, you've a fine chest. Maybe you just need a better bra. I mean, are you wearing one now?'
I respond that god, of course I am, if I wasn't they'd be reaching my knees.
'Oh.' she responds.