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Hey
Alot of bad stuff has happened in the last couple of weeks and so, in a curious turn, I'm not going to write about it here at all.
Rather, I'm going to write on a topic which i wish was close to my heart at all times (actually, it probably is); it is a controversial issue which, given that almost everyone I know who uses this site is female, will likely end in my injury. None the less, I'd like to take this opportunity to talk about breasts.
Honest to God, there is nothing better in all this world than breasts. If it were not for my immeasurable, soul-consuming love of breasts I would easily be one of the queerest people I know. I don't think that I would have ever found out how interesting and intellegent half the people I know are were it not that they attracted me to their presence by the simple trick of having breasts.
I would also like to take this opportunity to acknowledge what a burden breasts can be. They can be painful, uncontrollable and difficult to manage. They mean you have to get nasty cancer screens. Men stare at you and drool (hell, I do) and what's that all about, really? Show some self control, nobody needs that.
So to all of you out there doing the hard yards, carrying these wonders of nature about, I salute you. May God be kind to you and your breasts.
Jim.
p.s. if this is the first thing you read that I've written, don't judge me by it. I'm really a much better person. Sometimes.
Alot of bad stuff has happened in the last couple of weeks and so, in a curious turn, I'm not going to write about it here at all.
Rather, I'm going to write on a topic which i wish was close to my heart at all times (actually, it probably is); it is a controversial issue which, given that almost everyone I know who uses this site is female, will likely end in my injury. None the less, I'd like to take this opportunity to talk about breasts.
Honest to God, there is nothing better in all this world than breasts. If it were not for my immeasurable, soul-consuming love of breasts I would easily be one of the queerest people I know. I don't think that I would have ever found out how interesting and intellegent half the people I know are were it not that they attracted me to their presence by the simple trick of having breasts.
I would also like to take this opportunity to acknowledge what a burden breasts can be. They can be painful, uncontrollable and difficult to manage. They mean you have to get nasty cancer screens. Men stare at you and drool (hell, I do) and what's that all about, really? Show some self control, nobody needs that.
So to all of you out there doing the hard yards, carrying these wonders of nature about, I salute you. May God be kind to you and your breasts.
Jim.
p.s. if this is the first thing you read that I've written, don't judge me by it. I'm really a much better person. Sometimes.