She gets knocked down, but she gets up again.
It must be the high of first-time motherhood.
Doesn't mothering something that you want to be when you grow up lead to a rather interesting continuum?Or was that your point?Damn, I hate it when someone (not as witty) points out the joke. Sorry.Maybe I should stick to identifying breasts...
It'll be a long time until you grow up, girlie.
I know, Zoe, I know.I don't want to grow up EVER but if I do, I want to be a guinea pig.No one's guessed my tits correctly yet :(
Give us a hint: are they big enough to feed a small, Third World country, or small enough to qualify for drought relief?
Aw! You do know that they are considered a culinary delicacy in some South American countries, don't you? :-)
Milady's tits or guinea pigs?
"Milady's tits or guinea pigs?"Both?
I worry about the protrusion of their bottoms. It looks like they're in danger of imminent prolapse.Which is why despite moving to a Latin American country, I will not be eating them.
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