davywavy | Ah, Spring. When a young mans fancy...

...lightly turns to thoughts of love.

I've said before how much I love this time of year. Life always has the feeling of potential adventure to it, but at this time of year it just seems all the more likely that one will, for example, meet hundreds of women in their underwear on the street. It isn't just that, though. Everything seems to have a tinge of adventure to it; walking home from Ninja High School on Monday I could barely stop myself from grinning all over my stupid fat face just because I was looking at trees. Trees at this time of year are a little adventure all of their own, all full of the bursting exuberance of life. Ah, isn't it great? Life just seems to have so much promise?

There is a substantial body of psychological literature which indicates that bright sunlight has signifiant effects on alleviating disorders like depression. Most theories sugest this is something to do with mental stimulation and Vitamin E, but wandering down the High Street yesterday I couldn't help notice that with the sun coming out the streets are now thronged with women not wearing very much. Now, I ask you, how could that fail to put a spring in anybody's step?

Ah, the sun is in the sky, the trees are green, the sky is blue, and the streets are filled with women not wearing very much. I think I can feel a song coming on!

Sunlight and oak trees and blue skies above me,
Tight little dresses and maidens who love me,
Low-cut girl's trousers that show their g-strings,
These are a few of my favourite things.

Cream coloured boobies and firm rounded cleavage,
All of these things on the streets of Stevenage
Goth girls that bounce with the moon on their bits
These are a few of my favourite tits.

Girls in white dresses with pointy-out nipples,
Hooters so large that they bounce and make ripples,
Silver white boobies that melt my heart strings,
These are a few of my favourite things.

When the deadline bites, when I’m job stressed,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favourite breasts,
And then I don't feel so bad.