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In memoriam

In memoriam

Imagine that angel there is really a man carved out of fine porcelain, dark hair swept across his black-rimmed glasses. And that heart he cradles is actually my pair of rather fantastic breasts. No love more pure, no passion more just...

Since moving, I've adopted a typical California pretentious hipster white person lifestyle of eating clean and local. The years of beer are slowly leaving my ass, my thighs, my arms, AND MY WONDERFUL TITS.

I would like us all to take a moment to remember the glory my breasts once held, and like for you to always remember them as they once were at their best. Feel free to leave a kind anecdote of a contribution my breasts made to your life.