The Manther’s primeval hunting instinct is commonly misunderstood. Many make the reckless and cursory judgment that the Manther is simply a dirty old man. Such a shallow understanding of the Manther is an unfair impediment to properly understanding the great creature. What compels the Manther in his ceaseless prowl to capture and possess young women is something ultimately pure and noble. A fire that burns more brightly in him than in lesser men. A flame of enduring passion for the ideal female form. A futile drive to possess female beauty at its fleeting zenith. To behold the rarest orchid in full bloom.To capture the fragile firefly at its most brilliant. To ogle at boobs.

Nothing captures the spirit of this noble pursuit better than this musical work of inspired genius by Robert Lund “99 Words For Boobs”:

It’s sadly not featured, but our personal favorite is “Sweater Puppets”