You know the kind I mean… the days when you just know you look good. Of course “good” is a relative term. I’m not talking Angelina Jolie good, not movie star or supermodel good. But a day when the hair is better than average and the makeup went on just right and the color you’re wearing is just completely flattering to your complexion. And you’ve got great cleavage. It just works wonders for my mood.
Superficial, I know. But true.

I’m jealous. I don’t have cleavage too often!
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I have small boobs. The upside is that it doesn’t hurt when I jump on a trampoline and I have a winning smile to compensate.
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I second that comment, Doc!
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