Boobs Revisited

1:29 p.m.

Concerning boobs and all the responses I got about my love of them:

No, Kara, I don't wish I had boobs of my own. If I woke up one morning and I suddenly had a delightful set of tits I would consider myself a freak for life because boobs and manly chest hair don't mix ever. Yeah, I don't care what your grandma told you. They don't mix. Don't....mix!

Mangus had the right idea on a lot of issues. The womanly attachment, the squeezability...he's a wise man, that Mangus. Even on the lasers, sort of. Because if women could shoot boob lasers that really would be pretty awesome, so long as she remembered to turn those puppies off when it's cuddling time.

Ramanda played up the mystery of boobs, which is definitely an intrigue thing that I can't escape. I mean, really. When it comes to breasts I'm like a villain in a James Bond movie. I can't stand the mysteriousness of the man, with his shadowy past that makes you want to uncover the whole story and expose him for what he really is. I guess I just want to expose those breasts. Also, much like boobs make a shirt look good, James Bond makes everything look good. Yeah, that completes the analogy pretty well.

So, in conclusion: Boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs Lee likes boobs.

And booty. But that's a whole different story.

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