I’m starting to crush on Barbie Cummings.
Then, of course, I blogged about her the other day…when we had our little slumber party.
Now she’s sending me cell phone pics of her new boobies. That’s right: 34D’s were not enough for Miss Cummings…she wanted more.
So she doubled them up. 400-and-something-CC’s to 800+ CC’s…of pure mammary love.
Big Fat Mammary Love.
I used to be kinda down on cosmetic surgery, and I still am…but not as much as I used to be. It’s important for people to feel good about themselves, especially in a society that does its absolute best to put people down at every opprotunity. So if Barbie doubles her tits and the end result is she loves herself twice as much as she did before, then that’s a good thing, and that’s all that matters to me.
When does it backfire? Well, if Barbie’s doing it to please someone else. And from what I know about her, she isn’t.
Now that I have all the polite talk out of the way, just take a look at those babies. Holy Christ. I wanna squirt them down, right now, with whatever baby-batter I have left in my ball sac after rubbing one out just a little while ago. I wanna grope those big ol’ fun bags, and then, after some melon munching, I want to just get lost in them completely, for at least the next day or so.
I wanna fuck those titties silly.
I wanna walk around KMart with Barbie, rushing to a Blue Light Special, her barefoot and giggling and in daisy duke shorts, with nothing but a wife-beater covering up those over-stuffed pleasure pillows. A white trash hoe-down, not cause Barbie’s white trash – not by any means – just cause I think it would be funny to see such a sight…as well as everyone else’s reaction.
Um, what else? A haiku?
Oh Barbie Cummings!
I bet your new tits are so
soft Fifi will bark!
How’s that for a little bit o’ poetry on your otherwise boring Friday?