Serta’s Supreme down envelope pillows don’t have shit on Aretha Franklin! Her bodacious boobies are like two soft clouds resting on top of the mountains. I just want to follow her cleavage line to heaven. I would do that, but that shit is long and I don’t think I have enough Vitamin Water for the trip. I would get dehydrated and pass out somewhere in between.
Here’s Queen Aretha being honored by Hooters Restaurant last night in Los Angeles. Ok no, she was honored by MusiCares. Hooters really needs to give her some kind of honor though. Her chi-chis are not messing around.