Last Night:
Lil brother comes busting through my bedroom/bathroom door to show me his "murderer" costume for Halloween with his spend the night buddy hot on his heels. Only problem, I am sans habille (that's fancy French for what we Southerners call "nekked") as I step into the tub. Of course I holler, and he does a 180 and slams the door before spend the night friend gets a look at mama boobies. Praise the Lord! 'Cause if I have to call a mom to 'splain THAT then he is NEVER HAVING ANOTHER FRIEND OVER FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE.
Honestly, I do think we need to de-mystify the boobie. It is a universal truth that you will not die from seeing your mama's boobies. And yes, I understand that all kid's have to clutch their throats in the universal death gasp as they jerk their t-shirt over their heads and make gagging noises. Sheesh... it's just a BOOBIE, for God's sake.
However, for you voyeur types (that's fancy French for what we Southerners call "perverted peekers") who are curious about what Blither Blather boobies look like, well... just picture Kim Kardashian. Yeah, we're practically twins... Go ahead: I know you want to Google that.
How's THAT for de-mystifying the mama boob?
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