Hooray for boobies

I tattoo in a theme park.  We get lots of tourist traffic and many of them are surprised that we do "real tattoos" here.  Well, today a young lady came in to get a little tattoo on her arm, which was already mostly covered with other work that she had gotten back home.  Oh, and she just so happened to be "well endowed."  She was "smuggling midgets?"  That is, she had a nice set of sweater cows, fun bags, hoo-has, knockers, flesh pillows, mammories, cans, melons, balloons, jugs, chesticles, bazongas, dual airbags.   Got it?   It's a joke, son.
 Ok, now that we have that out of the way.  I am tattooing away on this girl when a younger guy peeks over the counter and watches us for a second before asking,  "Are those real?!?"

"Excuse me?",  she asks.
I start laughing...

Of course he was asking about the tattoos....  ( . )( . )