Just a guy who enjoys talking about things he enjoys. Like boobs, I love boobs, I could talk forever about boobs, I wonder what the character limit is here? The thing I like most about boobs, like first and foremost, is just the feeling, ya know? Like soft and delicate, but firm and unwavering in the eyes of God, a symbol of defiance that transcends the earthly bonds he's shackled us to. Like he created them and that's fuckin lit of him, but I think I speak for everyone when I say that we all like boobs more than we like him. But it really must be sad knowing that the very beings you've created like you less than what he probably considered a less superior, sort of side project, ya know? In a way, I pity him. Boobs are of no concern to a cosmic entity, or maybe they are? Do you suppose there are cosmic titties? Do you think God suckles the teet of the cosmos? I sometimes wonder if God ever dreams of hell.
