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Originally posted by paigowprincess
T&A forest? Oh, I don't think I want to know what the T part of this forest is. Reminds me of an ancient Savage Love column where a lesbian wrote in that her lover liked to braid her nipple hairs and it turned her off.
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Ack. I've seen a "T" forest firsthand. It was frightening. When I was about 12. I used to have a newspaper route which covered three apartment complexes near my home. It wasn't a bad job for a kid, except that back in the day, we used to have to try to collect what the customers owed us, which usually meant that you had to get up really early on a Saturday to knock on doors, otherwise you would never catch anyone at home. Now this wasn't so bad, when, on certain warm summer days, the door would be answered by some young hottie in a bikini who was ready to go and spend her day at the pool. But one day. . .
I knock on this door and this old woman in her 70's answers the door in a housecoat which, much to my horror, she neglected to close completely. As she opens the door, I find myself about eye-level with these two enormous drooping cannonballs contained in an oversized cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die brassiere, from the top of which, I swear to God, is sprouting this huge grey afro. She invites me to step inside while she went to get her pocketbook, and I politely refused. I spent the remainder of the time staring at the front porch step, until she came back with my money, and I got the hell out of there as fast as I could.
All these years later, I still cannot rid my mind of that image.
