Boobs, tits, breasts, hooters, juggs, yabbos, cans are all names for the same things. Guys (and many girls) spend their entire lives in a never-ending quest to climb as many sweater mountains as they can. By the time we're 2 years old, breasts are no longer a form of nourishment, but we still can't seem to get enough. They just hang there beckoning us, calling to us, turning us into babbling fools. It's ridiculous, but we can't help ourselves. We're addicted to tits!