They say clothes make the woman. I disagree. I think boobs make the woman. Ginormous boobs belonging to Scarlett Johansson which spill out of her dress. Critics may argue that what I said makes no sense. I say to these cretins, “Marvel at the cornucopia of pleasure which rests upon Scarlett Johansson’s chest and then dare tell me I am mistaken.” You may then say the second set of pictures are old. You, my friend, are focusing on that which does not matter.