So, Proptart and I were on our way into work today, when we came upon a pair of squirrels chillin’ in the middle of the street. At least, we thought it was a pair of squirrels. One of the pair turned out to be a mama squirrel carrying her babe by the scruff! I couldn’t blame her for needing a rest, but the middle of the street was not the best for mom or babe. Squirrels are adorable anyway, add wee to the equation, and it doesn’t get much cuter!
Later in the day, at work, Ms. HJM and I were working, and a gentleman and his lady were in. They were being helped by a salesperson, and seemed rather chatty. The man was wearing a goldenrod tank top. One of those man-tanks that has overly large arm holes and a racerback. As he was gesturing, I thought I saw a fat roll protruding out of the opening under his arm. I realized that he had much less fat on the other side. Then, as he gestured, I noticed the shape of the “fat roll.” Then, the nipple in the center. I realized the man had a third breast under his arm. It was confirmed by Ms. HJM, and the image was scarred into our brains. If I had a babe with a third nipple, I would have that shit removed asap. If I had a third nipple that had not been removed, I would gladly give up my career in fortunetelling, and have it cut off….much less let it develop into an entire boob! We thought such a thing was an urban legend…I guess not.
Awesome! He might have tried for the part of that three-titted chick in Total Recall.
Or maybe he’s growing an extra via gene splicing for his breast-cancer surviving sister.
Or maybe he finds comfort giving it a squeeze while he falls asleep at night. (Always on the same side of course.)
Or maybe I’m pondering this wayyyyyy too much. That’s it.