I never quite understood the obsession with these particular parts of the body. I was in the pub with a mate the other night and all he could talk about all night was the barmaid's breasts. At last orders he went up to get a final round and came back blushing furiously. Apparently he'd asked the barmaid for two pints of "titter." He said she'd been very understanding, but couldn't think why he had said it.
I told him it was quite common, as he had been thinking long and hard about something and it had inadvertently jumped into his conversation. He told me that same thing had happened at breakfast that morning.
He had meant to say to his wife "Excuse me darling, but would you pass me the butter and the marmalade please, but it came out as
"You've f***ing ruined my life you b**ch."