Improbable

We're enjoying an incomparable Indian summer in central California. This afternoon I was strolling in the sun barefoot and shirtless, and stopped at an intersection. A big porty and bearded homeless man hailed me, saying, "You've got nice big titties like mine." He pulled up his shirt and demonstrated his sagging pecs and big lolling belly. His swampy "titties" were hardly "nice!"
If pecs are the sundae, nipples are the cherry on top.