And then I had one friend who, dying of cancer and determined to live life to the fullest, every day for weeks on end posted pictures of bare breasted women on his webpage. It gave him the certain delights of the garden. Until, finally, one day, fearing it was all becoming too much, he stopped. Not a single boob did he post that day on the Web. And not for the days to come.
Only to find, much to his surprise, one morning upon awakening, all his deprived lady viewers, from one end to the world to the other, from Italy to Patagonia and from the South China Sea to the Arctic wastes, by the hundred, fair female followers of the man baring their breasts on his Facebook page for their fearless bedbound patient. There were nipples and aureoles galore to be found from one end of the screen to the other. I understand he died that day with a smile on his face...
Comments
Post a Comment