Now, of course we don't mean to imply that Genevieve Morton (or her butt) is some kind of research scientist plugging away for hours on end at the lab, desperately tinkering with her formula and repeatedly testing each new drug cocktail on unknowing rats and mice. That would be ridiculous.

We just mean that Genevieve (and her butt) is clear proof that, like Ben Franklin told us regarding beer, God loves us and wants us to be happy. Well, as it turns out ol' Ben didn't actually say that, but the point remains. What point, you ask? That one day cancer will be defeated, and it will be defeated by the very same forces that brought us that Delightful Derriere you see above.

And speaking of DDs ...

Remember that time Genevieve and her pals got 'Happy'?

And we've never actually wished bacon would just go away, but ...

We'd like to be the lucky guy who gets to take pics like this one:

And finally: