Why do your boobs have polka dots on them?
10/19/09 -- ah
All those Irish jokes you were telling make sense now. I didn’t get it at the time. You don’t have red hair. I know, I know. Not all Irish people have red hair. I knew you had freckles. A wispy amber patch of planets and stars graced your pale white face. The dark eternal emptiness of the universe now reversed to show itself as light. Those freckles are one of the cutest things I have ever seen featured on a woman. If I didn’t know better I would have wagered that they were too damn cute to be real, that they were painted on by one of the great masters.
Your freckles are one of those rare assets that God bestows upon unique heavenly creatures that remind a man why he loves women and life so much. When you grabbed my face and pressed your lips against mine I felt like a pioneer discovering the perfect river valley to start a civilization upon. A great empire will someday be built here. And there the king will sit on his throne and decide the fate his people. At your apartment, in your bed, I go in for the final kill removing your soft blouse, then your black bra and then… then…
Why do your boobs have polka dots on them? Yeah. I may have had a few, and the first thing that goes is the mechanism in my brain that stops me from saying things that will upset you. You say they are freckles. I say they are definitely polka dots. I fucking know polka dots when I see them. See on your face, those are freckles. Your boobs are polka dotted, cause the circles are at least the size of dimes, and spread fairly evenly over your chest.
Polka dots. I have a theory why you may think they are freckles. You see at one time they were freckles, but time, that hideous bitch goddess time, has stretched and spread those freckles into polka dots. The universe is expanding. I have the scientific evidence. Give me the Nobel Prize in Science now cause the facts are in and the jury is out. You use the, “I’m Irish defense” Ah. I understand now. God has cursed the Irish. Red hair. Opaque Skin. Polka dot painted tits. Not your fault being cursed at birth. You got a bad shake. There’s always next time. Thanks again for breakfast.
