They are pink...
They are soft...
They are pure art...
I want them in me, erm... I want me in them...
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And if you look, you look through me. And if you talk, it's not to me. And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing.
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Those are really amusing in a disgusting way. Or really disgusting in an amusing way.
My good friend here says she would rather want boob-slippers, the size of Jill Bennett's breasts.
How come I can't imagine boob-shaped slippers? Now I am afraid to google that person, because what breasts would fit my feet? Scary...
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