Gondwana is the nipple of the world
It's weird picturing everyone as they are. Naked.
People have nipples. How ridiculous. How could you ever take life seriously knowing that everyone has nipples? These odd, circular patches of skin, these lumps of pink flesh. I think protruding is a good word for them. I guess they can be attractive; no, I know they can be attractive, but they're not really pretty things, now, are they?
But imagine a world without nipples. Inconcievable! I mean, we never really think about them all that much, but we are always sort of unconsciously aware of them.
Nipples. Even the word itself is laughable. The two p's are the word's nipples. They protrude, they're in the middle. I wonder if whoever named nipples decided on that word because of if its visual similarity to the lumps that our every-day clothes hide.
People have nipples. How ridiculous. How could you ever take life seriously knowing that everyone has nipples? These odd, circular patches of skin, these lumps of pink flesh. I think protruding is a good word for them. I guess they can be attractive; no, I know they can be attractive, but they're not really pretty things, now, are they?
But imagine a world without nipples. Inconcievable! I mean, we never really think about them all that much, but we are always sort of unconsciously aware of them.
Nipples. Even the word itself is laughable. The two p's are the word's nipples. They protrude, they're in the middle. I wonder if whoever named nipples decided on that word because of if its visual similarity to the lumps that our every-day clothes hide.