Dear Skippy Monkey Tail,

All I want on Sunday is my tits up high!

Ya see oh agile, long-tailed one...gravity has been a foe to my chesticle (word?...is now!) region! Every morning, I awaken and call the beasts of breasts to attention...and each morning they exhibit more and more BADD (breast attention deficit disorder). If you could somehow lift my upper bits...I would be ever so grateful (so much so, that I would lower my head to your nether region... )!!!! TY so much in advance...oh hanger on of the chandelier!

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Minds are like parachutes. They only work when they are open.

~Thomas Dewar~