I was writing an overly strange anecdote to your journal but when im feeling a bit blah mid hangover i either find everything hilarious or nothing at all.
It just came across as a bit weird.
I threw a few ideas around in my head, along the lines of peeing and pooing myself. Or bra's doing nothing for my cleavage.
On that note i'm off to contemplate what went wrong in life.
Hey the fact that you have a new bra that makes the lady lumps even more "hot dam" is not the think that makes me want to go poo poo but more like hummmmm.
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