I told my boyfriend that if I started every sentence with “My tits” he’d probably pay more attention.
So my tits went to my uncle’s choral performance today. My tits spotted this hottie singing tenor in the front I got excited every time he sang “cum laude”. Perhaps I was just killing two birds with one stone – lustful thoughts in church don’t count, do they? By process of elimination, they cancel each other out. My tits are definitely looking forward to the holiday concert…
& now my tits are presenting a poorly scanned drawing for my art class. The teacher will probably hate it, of course.
My tits want to have a 1990s costume party. I only know a couple people that know anything from the early 1990s so it might not be a hit. I’ll have to just wait a couple years.