The best line on the internet after dinner the other evening was "of course she doesn't have milk, her breasts are in the wrong place". No, I shan't give you the context. And it was a good thing I had already eaten, or there would be green curry noodles all over the place.
I really wish that there had been illustrations, even though I am glad that there weren't.
It probably would not challenge you to imagine the wrong place for breasts. Several wrong places. And please, go ahead.
This essay is not about that.
Stop thinking about breasts!
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