Booby Trapped

I hate getting pushed around by boobs. Literally. Enormous, springy ones at that. This might sound like two cycles from Nirvana for some, but for me, not so much. Especially when I’m innocently standing in line at Molisi, soggy from shoes up thanks to the rain gushing outside, and a lady (not the one featured…

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The Perils of Coke Zero Addiction

This is my grocery cart. It may appear unexceptional enough, but under that bland exterior lurks a diabolical contraption bent on sabotaging my Coke Zero hoarding spree. Sure, it goes into the store without any fuss, but once there, that ruse is discarded and replaced with a scheme to go forwards when I need to…

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