Your pillows, may I rest on them?

The 8th dimension. Where time stands still. Where sound disappears. Where gravity no longer exists. The 8th dimension, thy name is Elizabeth Hurley’s bosom. How do these things withstand time? While her bikini shots may argue otherwise, her lovely fluffies can only be summarized in two words: heaven-sent. I just want to face plant into those puppies, nuzzle and dream of milk and cookies. Crap, not again. SOMEONE forgot to buy tissues around here! — Captain Swarthy