The French Boob Mystery        
 
 
 
Are you starting to see the problem? Don't the French, like, claim that boobs were invented in Franch in the first place? And it's not like they're exactly shy. Because they have that dance where you can look up their skirt—if they're wearing a skirt. And they sure don't mind taking their clothes off and letting some dude artist paint them while they're having a bath, or not even having a bath, but just sitting around with their bottoms off.
 
 
 
  See?     It didn't used to be like this. Back in the old days, when they did their painting in black and white, they didn't have any boob problem. Like this woman has a
set that won't quit, and she wasn't pulling any of that turn-away-from-the-artist- and-show-him-your-ass-instead crap. She had great big giant boobs, and who cares who sees them? Which is how Franch ought to be all over when you think about it.
 
  So what's going on?   Franch used to have an empire. But it shrunk away to nothing. Franch used to have a code of manners, called etiquette. But it shrunk away to nothing.
This is one of those French babes who are always taking their clothes off and having a bath for some artist. Only this time she forgot to turn away, or to take off her pants instead of her top, or even to keep her robe closed. Do you see what we think we see?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  Here are three progressive photo enhancements of the evidence. Our conclusion? Like their empire and etiquette, French boobs have shrunk to nothing. Is this why French intellectuals stopped believing in God?   Back to Yurrup?