Dear Boobs,

Dear Boobs,

I'm glad you are functioning for what you are designed to do, apart from attracting men. I know I haven't always been nice to you; you've been pierced repeatedly, squished into corsets and I am constantly threatening a reduction.

However, leaking all over me without warning? Come on, don't be petty.

Have to go and change my shirt now. Gah.

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The Stoatette, wife of the man known only as The Foxy Stoat, has embarked upon a strange journey during which she has to conquer her fears of pain, loss, heartbreak, and needles.