If you've ever been told to stop making a boob of yourself, then usually you're doing something stupid like stirring a cup of coffee with your wang. Just us? Anyway, in the case of Holly Madison, if she didn't have her busters, her income would dry up faster than a cream-cracker in the Mojave Desert.
When Holly was growing up, she didn't want to be a doctor. Instead, her dream was to walk around in hardly any clothing whilst her employee Hugh Hefner furiously rubbed his thighs so much that his shrivelled love stick would get a friction burn.
Unless she has a fetish for pensioners, Holly Madison was one of Hefner?s many paid girlfriends, but now she’s free from wrinkled clutches, she’s being her own woman! Sadly, feminists will be dismayed to hear that she still requires her chest to get through life and has just taken out an insurance plan on her knockers.