Another Day, Another Book

Nipple Extractor: I grew up without nipples. I knew that one day, they would descend, and that would be the day when I could proudly call myself a woman. But I was growing worried. By the time I was 17, I still had no nipples. At 21, I was beginning to panic. When I turned 27, I finally found these nipple extractors, and they saved my self-esteem.

With two simple twists of the wrist, I flowered. Now I could proudly disrobe at the local topless beach, where before I'd been shamed.

I've just been debating whether or not I should attempt to locate superfluous nipples elsewhere on my body.

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I finished Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince last night. Now I'm on to James Morrow's City of Truth. I'd like to dump off a bunch of links before I get on with my day. Believe it or not, ( all of the links are safe for work.... )