It must be impossible to look her in the eyes during a conversation. The gravity of those things has to pull your head right into them. It’s physics.
Can’t fight physics.
Unless you went to Jesus Camp. I wouldn’t bother trying to fight.
Excuse me! My tits are up here…right near my face.
What we can see appears to be about one fifth her actual breast size. I think her tits are the size of my apartment.
Those aren’t moons…wait, yes they are.
Helium is the only logical explanation here.
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