TJ, I love you...
but the day I can SIT ON my boobs is the day you’ll find me either six feet under or undergoing some serious cosmetic surgery.
If you re-read the message:
“I was stroking my PussY while it sat on my bOObs and thinking about what a giNORMous sh!thole Facebook has become when my daughter THREW UP!”
you’ll see that I was suggesting your pussy was sitting on your boobs, by which I meant your cat, not that your boobs had had an excessively negative experience with gravity which brought them crotch-level.
