London

Yaxlich went into London earlier today to see some people about possible work in the future. He finds travelling into London quite fun because he gets to see lots of different people than he usually does. Not many people do their Christmas shopping in Yaxlichs flat. The people watching opportunities in a big city like London are endless. He never knows where to look next. There are just so many different shapes and sizes of people. He never stares, though, because that would be rude. Well, apart from today. Today he saw a lot of girls with big bosoms. When he says big, he means big. There was one girl who looked like she'd shoplifted a couple of footballs from World of Sport and was running down Regent Street oblivious to the fact that she could have knocked someone out with her jiggly breasticles. Another one appeared to have Verne Troyer and his twin brother stuffed down her top. He doesn't recall ever seeing so many large breasted ladies in such a short period of time. Not since his video player chewed up the tape. He assumes they were all out doing their Christmas shopping and wonders where they all go for the rest of the year. Is there a place in London where all the girls with humungous hooters hibernate for most of the year before hitting Oxford Street in their Rigby and Peller steel reinforced bras? A community of fantastic funbags which is shut off from the rest of the world and you can only enter if you're taller lying down than standing up? If so, can someone tell Yaxlich where it is?