Taken from the delightful literary tome that is Dave’s LJ…
An open letter to all MOTHS.
My breasts do not emit or reflect a particularly large amount of light, they do not resemble the moon in many ways, nor are they noticably similar to any night blooming flowers that I know of. Why, then, do you insist on following your bizarre spiral flight paths right into my cleavage?
Are you all perverts?….