Proof

Proof that your esteemed blogger is a 12-year-old boy at heart.

My breakfast this morning:

What may appear to be an unassuming bagel with blackberry jam, accompanied by two darling clementines is actually…

Heh.  Boobies!

Boobies, boobies, boobies, boobies.

Maybe I’ll crochet them a little bra, and use the little bra to carry clementines in my lunch to work.  ‘Cause that’s not weird at all, right?  RIGHT?!

Boobies.

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4 responses to “Proof

  1. A boobie cozy!

  2. Hahahaha! You had boobies on your plate!

    That’s alright. I was putting walnuts in some baking onces, and I showed my hubby that I thought it looked like a vajay-jay.

  3. HAHA!!! my girlfriends and I all went out to celebrate one of us getting boobies “installed” (as she called it) and when her eggs benedict arrived, they looked just like boobies!! For some reason, they were layered as follows: muffin, ham, poached egg, hollandaise sauce and each one had a little black olive (the nipple) 🙂 We all nearly died laughing!!

  4. hahaha this made me laugh!

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