Bosoms: names of

Lemongrove ?

Blossoming aah! And blue-footed too

Bet we’re all glad we didn’t have to chest feed.

I thought I would share my boobies with you as they are looking very perky at the moment. Aren’t they a nice pair?

She must have+been the sister of the young man of Devizes, whose ——— —s were of different sizes.

Lisagran ? enjoyed your contributions.

My own contribution will add a bit of class to the thread...

There was a young lady from Devizes
Who had breasts of varying sizes,
One was small, hardly nothing at all
The other was big and won prizes.

I filched this from Urms cartoon thread

To those tutting that their children were taught to use the proper words, I always wonder if these children referred to their abdomens, buttocks and vulvas. Nobody else at school would have known what they meant.

My DM was once tickled to death by a colleague’s comment about a woman whose ample endowments were bursting forth from their constraints.
‘Her dumplings are boiling over.’ ?

Mercedez, your post brought back memories of my nursing days. I caught a couple of male medical students tittering (pun intended) and enquired what was so funny. They pointed to the curtained bed, and I stuck my head round to see our newly admitted prostitute patient, (we were based in Soho!) with 'mild' tattooed on one, and 'bitter' on the other....

This thread has made me laugh.
When a young thing, I longed to have a bit more substance in my bra.
Then in later life, I just wished the opposite.
After a lumpectomy, they did become Pinky and Perky, for a while.
But all the stories reminded me of my school days.
We had a Prussian PE teacher. She was very strict and vocal, loud and frightening, with an impressive, well corseted bosom.
My dear mum, one day said, " oh well, over her shoulder goes one care"!

witzend - a very well endowed friend once told me that she’d weighed hers - one and a half stone each!
No wonder I struggle with the scaffolding needed.

boobies

'Mammary glands' is okay when the frame of knowledge is anatomy and physiology.

Grandma11

The polite name in our family is ‘Boobs’ and a Mamogram is a ‘Boob Sandwich’!

My young Grandaughters use to call breast feeding ‘Booby milk’ and Cows Milk ‘Fridge Milk’!

Quite simple really, the Boob Sandwich idea was to try and lighten the fear somewhat in my young daughters, due to the fact that we have a high rate of Breast cancer in our family, having lost a daughter to it and my Mum and my Aunt.

timetogo2016

Ethiopian slippers is what my dh called them ONCE.

Annodomini, no worries
Alexa my mom said 'bust' too. You don't hear that so much now.
'Mammary glands' oh dear

Breasts used to be not talked about very much by the respectable working class lower middle class where I lived my life my Glasgow mother in law always referred to "the bust". You did not discuss such a thing at all with my own mother. I was a nurse and nurses all called them breasts or on occasion mammary glands .

Sorry, FC. I misread the heading. Should have gone to Specsavers.

Ethiopian slippers is what my dh called them ONCE.

My dh said he would call them mild and bitter in his youth and following joining the navy they were known as port and starboard. He says the best size is a boob which will fit into an old fashioned champagne class. He loved the thread and we had a few chuckles. Nice to laugh, thanks.

@WishIwasyounger, a very well endowed friend once told me that she’d weighed hers - one and a half stone each!

I had to tell her that even when I was bigger and fatter than in my slender youth, I still didn’t have enough to put in the kitchen scales!

I call them breasts when speaking formally but boobs in casual conversations. Yes LoobyLou boys back in 60s70s used to say 'Knockers' Nowadays I've heard women refer to them as 'Girls' and 'Puppies'. Not sure what young lads call them nowadays!!

I've called mine 'my twins' on occasion, though generally refer to them as boobs.
though in my teens I’d always longed for a pair of knockout knockers.
I've generally had the opposite wish: being well endowed I wish they were smaller. My ex was a boobs man, and he was a real pain with them.

No names here, except right after having babies, when they were Hot Concrete Footballs One and Two.

Mind you that was when I came to appreciate being less than bountifully endowed, though in my teens I’d always longed for a pair of knockout knockers. Or at least a proper cleavage, anyway.
Luckily dh was always more of a leg man.