Bosom Pal
I bet you were wondering where I was. I'll tell you where I wasn't, first. I wasn't down south, up north, out west, or in an easterly direction either. I was right here. I've just been busy because I have a bosom pal. She share anecdotes, but we don't swap spit, so keep your thoughts clean. She doesn't have boobs or teats like me. She has bosoms. That's why she's my bosom pal. I like that. It sounds classy.
Unrelatedly birthday's coming up. Here's a list of what I want: -ether -a new computer -a razor-back bra, but Victoria's Secret doesn't carry my size -a breast iron -a good time
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smellslikecher) wrote,
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