Welcome to The Land of Bosom Maximus

DESPITE THE AEROBICS, DESPITE THE XENICAL, THESE EXCEEDINGLY RARE IN THE WEST CREATURES DO EXIST. LADIES AND GENTLEMAN: THE BIG-MAMMED SAUSAGE SLAMMER.

Yeah. DIRTY FUCKING SANCHEZ and the whole fucking Sanchez Persuasion Squad, again. This time plying their disreputable trade as supermarket seducers of lonely, large mammed Knob Queens.

And for this? Yes, Dirty calls out...dah, dah, dah...dahhh: THE BOOB SQUAD.

The men and women (women recruit the wary Big-Jugged Milk Maids much more effectively than the Van Full of Dude DoubleD-Catchers) of THE BOOB SQUAD search high and low for these increasingly, as the world turns gayer, unappreciated animals: the pontooned tit-willows.

With their patented mating cry of CASH, CASH, CASH, these intrepid naturalists are managing single-handedly to revive what surgery and exercise has rendered damned near extinct:

Big Giant Jug-a-Mugs.

Thank God.