I am the proud owner of man boobs. No, I don't get as much joy out of them as real boobs but hey, it's worth a try every night. Last week I entered a local male stripper contest. Everything was going great until a guy in the front row announced that i wasn't a guy I was actually a hairy chick. Ellen Degenerous eat your heart out. Depressed I went home and decided that I needed to hang out with my girlfreind but she was back in one of those "I have tits hear me roar" moods. Damn Feminists. I they have so much to say they could at least say it a little more quietly whilst I decide what sandwhich to have.
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Wow, so many people and advertisers thinking this is a real problem for the writer.... dipshits
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