“3 out of this world love holes”
When I was a kid, we watched a lot of Star Trek reruns. Gene Roddenberry, Trek’s creator, wanted to promote tolerance and unity among all the races of humanity. Mostly by having Shatner shag a variety of blue-, red- and green-skinned alien hotties.
Now we have this “Area 51 Love Doll.” Leaving aside all other questions and prurient remarks, I have to wonder about the tri-boob thing. Seems we’ve evolved to possess either one or a pair of all our parts—and to be attracted to same. So three boobs?
Four, now—sure, I can see that. Four boobs is better than two; we can all do the math. But three?
I suppose it has something to do with keeping your mouth and hands equally occupied, so no one feels slighted?
Maybe there’s a community of tri-boob fantasists out there. Maybe the raw fact of its deviation from human norms is the attraction; if you’re going out shopping for a purple, vagina-mouthed alien blow-up doll, you’re probably not looking for a more or less representative specimen of the female of our species. So maybe tri-boob is right in your wheelhouse.