Random Thoughts on Tits

There's a lot more I could (and should) say about tits. For example, some have argued that their very existence demonstrates the existence of God (see my essay, "Do Boobs Prove Intelligent Design?"), and I haven't even broached the subject of areolas and nipples or clothing that's designed exclusively for the support, enhancement, and exhibition of tits--bras and the like. I could go on, sharing random thoughts on tits forever and never tire of the subject, but you might, if you're less a tit lover than I am, and, besides, I have other pressing matters (such as a job) to which to tend, so, reluctantly, I must conclude my thoughts with a joke:

Wanting to marry, a rich old codger gave each of three beautiful young women a million dollars to invest on his behalf. A year later, he met with them to advise them as to how fruitful their investments had been. One woman had earned five million dollars on her million-dollar investment, he said; the second woman had earned ten million; and the third woman had earned twenty million dollars. Which one did he marry? The one with the biggest tits!