Whaddaya call those?

On Monday, Jed and I were walking out of Target at the Atlantic Center when we saw a chubby little girl. She couldn't have been more than eight years old. She was wearing these denim coveralls and no shirt, and she had what could only be described as "man breasts." She was just so fat that she had prematurely developed breasts. Jed commented: "How's she going to know the difference when the real things start to come in."
Anyway, Jed moved out today, for greener pastures in the Southland. He will certainly be missed.