And then I saw it again. An embarassment.
And then I saw it again. An embarassment.
Tits. This entry started as a short manifesto on the word 'tits' and the sorts of breasts that it elicits in my mind when I encounter it. It was kind of funny, riddled with double-entendres and awful puns, and at the same time somewhat revealing as to a small portion of my mental process. Then, ...
It's true. Cart your plaster cast ass over to dropular.net and slather images of wonderful mindboggliness upon your eyetrays. Do it now before I bore you to acidic tears with my inane barkulations and fring singing. Do it now, you slacker! That is all.