Okay. I'm going to be kicking a dead horse, but for those of you who read this, you'll be fine. I promise. If you fall out, you probably need a nap.
I am more than slightly tired of being "slapped" in the face with breasts. I'm not speaking physically, mind you. I doubt there's a person alive who knows me well who is brave enough to treat me in such a fashion. There's probably a few people who don't know me well who are stupid enough to attempt to do something like that, but I'd remedy that in a jiff. That aside, it gets on my ever-lovin' nerves when I see some female with breasts the size of Epcot spilling out of her clothing. I think the one that gets on my nerves the most would be the one where the female is pushing her breasts together and up. Ugh. This little rant was inspired a moment ago when some female's blast blasted my poor eyes with her abnormally large breasts-you guessed it-spilling forth out of her clothing while she squished 'em together and up! Mind you, my disgust is not limited to breasts the size of Epcot. I don't like little, perky breasts, either. I think the human body can be beautiful and graceful, but it doesn't mean that I wish to have your breasts forced upon me. This can also apply to men who like to prove to the world that they do indeed have a penis. It's cool. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt that they have one or more of the following:
- a penis
- a vagina
- breasts
- butt cheeks
- hips
- a belly button
- pubic hair
Suffice it to say that I have this unreasonable notion that modesty is not icky. Okay. I'm done for the moment.
P.s.
My bottom lip is twitching. That's strange.
