What About Your Friends? (Or, Mammaries and Me)

Part of a conversation I was on the periphery of last night:

MAN: I'm sure sometimes your breasts get in the way and totally annoy you, right?

WOMAN: My breasts never annoy me. They're my friends.

I hope there's a special bonding class she can go to called Mammaries and Me.

Or...even better:

MAN: What are you doing for your vacation?

WOMAN: Me and my tits are going to Aruba!