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T'other night I got to thinking, strange I know, but there were no cartoons on the tv and I'd run out of peanut m&m's. Anyway, I asked myself a very simple question...what would the world be like if I had total control? After much pondering I came to the conclusion that it'd be much the same as it is now, except maybe there'd be more statues of breasts. The point is that as a society we've started to lack imagination. We don't see a brighter future, we don't think so much about all the fantastical things that are yet to be invented. It seems we are pretty much happy with our lot in life. Although strangely depression probably effects more people than ever before, and why? Maybe it's because we have it too easy, maybe we need that struggle to give us the self esteem we seem to have lost? To be honest though, who really cares? The most important point about my answer is the fact that I really do quite like breasts. They're just so soft and beautifully rounded...perfect to lay ones head on and cosy on up to sleep. Sometimes when I get bored and my lady friend is asleep I like to squish them together so they look a bit like a bum because I also like ladies bottoms...mmmmm