You enter a familiar building, going about your daily routine, when a female acquaintance of yours looks excited. You strike up conversation on the previous holiday, refreshing each other on your lives. She looks ready to burst the whole time you’re speaking, leading you to the obvious rejoinder: “how about you, what’d you do?”
She errupts: “I got fake boobs. Lemme show you.”
TURN TO PAGE 24 TO SEE THE BOOBS
YOU DON’T HAVE ANOTHER CHOICE; WHEN FAKE BOOBS ARE AN OPTION, THERE IS NO OTHER CHOICE.
That last line is fairly solid life advice. Go ahead and marinate on that for a while.