Otto Titsling, and krout, had to get very worked up about. His inventions failures, his future seemed bleak. He fled to the opera at least a week
One night at the he saw an aida who's bust was so big it would often her. Bug-eyed he watched her into the pit, done in by the of those terrible tits.
Oh, my god! she blows! this girl was a mess. Otto the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds, and he felt the fire of inspiration his soul. He ran back to his where he and futzed and futzed.
For Otto had found his quest: to and mold the female breast; to point the small to the sky; to keep the big ones and dry!
Every he'd sweat and snort searching for the support. He tried string and paper clips. Hey! He even his own two lips!
Well, he and he slaved and he and he stitched until one night, in the wee hours of morning, Otto arose his workbench triumphant. Yes! He had the worlds first over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!
but ecstatic Otto ran out to the bearing the in his hot little hand. Now, the did not want to try the darn thing on. But, after many mishaps, she did. And the sigh of relief issued forth her mouth was so that it was mistaken by some to be the early of the Seraken Winds which would often through the Schwarzwald a vengence! Ahhhhh-i!
But did Otto know, at the of his greatest triumph, under the diva's bed was other than the very worst of the french thieves, DeBrassiere. And Phil was the scene with a deal of interest!
that night, while Broom Hilda slept, into the Phillip softly crept. He fumbled knickers and corsets galore, 'til he Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.
Crying, "Oh, my god! joy! What bliss! I'm make me a million from this! Every woman in the world will buy one. I have all the goods manufactured in Taiwan."
The result of this swindle is pointedly Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a