I apologize for another breast-related post, but what is the fascination that popcorn has with my cleavage?
So it’s not just popcorn that ends up down my top with monotonous regularity - since the time Damien through a pen lid down from twenty paces in the library at college, things have had a tendency to find their way where they weren’t meant to be - but popcorn is the worst offender.
Popcorn and little teeny flaky bits of chocolate you don’t notice till later on after an important meeting with the boss.
*grumble*
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