Originally posted by EternalOptimist
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I hate it when the birds at the check out look down my top.
Dont they realise I am NOT an object.
I have thoughts, feelings. I am a PERSON for chissake.
The way they run their lavicious eyes over my rippling body just makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
still, they cant help it poor things. Driven by their base desires. Thats what they are
Dont they realise I am NOT an object.
I have thoughts, feelings. I am a PERSON for chissake.
The way they run their lavicious eyes over my rippling body just makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
still, they cant help it poor things. Driven by their base desires. Thats what they are
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