In a world where people just can't stop trying to blow things up I think I've found a calming cure. Joanna Krupa's boobs. Just stop for a moment and admire. The tight wife beater, the pokey nipples. See you feel better already, don't you. And you can imagine if well stopped more often and admired a nice set of boobs we'd probably never bother with all that war stuff. Of course we might also slow down progress on stuff like, oh, finding a cure for cancer. I'm not saying there aren't side affects of staring at breasts all day long, I'm just sayin.