Ahhhh, how our eyes light up with joy as we see our bathing suit begin to balloon. Your butt is sitting on a seat in the hot tub yet part of your bathing suit remains floating above water, with an appearance that resembles a perfect left breast. You let it sit for a while, hoping it will grow as more and more air enters. Part of you doesn't even want to squeeze it, but you know that if you don't then someone else will. I don't quite know the science behind the bathing suit bubble so most of the time I just attribute it to magic, David Blaine. Some bathing suits were meant for the bubble. Others can't find the day of light. On a rare occasion when you walk into the shallow end of a pool slowly, your whole bathing suit will float above water. You glide around the pool showing off your badonkadonk before you must part ways and become a mere mortal again. The day I stop being amused by rupturing bathing suit air bubbles is the day Stevie Williams caddies for Tiger again.