Well, this being America (after the 1930s…), you can, as a woman, say what you want!
It doesn’t mean anyone will necessarily listen, but if you like, I will offer a response.
Of course, the phallic symbols presented here are none other than those filling your mind and the lack of breasts being presented was only an attempt by the millions of creators of this thread (actually just me… ) to not alienate or offend anyone.
You had a third point but I forgot…because I wasn’t listening, try speaking louder next time.
Remember, breasts alienate people and phallic symbols only exist in your dirty mind.
P h o t o s h o p (I photoshopped this text, pretty cool huh?)
I know what you’re thinking, 'cause right now I’m thinking the same thing. Actually, I’ve been thinking it ever since I got here: Why oh why didn’t I take the BLUE pill?
A winter’s day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
Time to get people out of that Thanksgiving spirit and back into the holocaust!
(note: all Holocaust people don’t flame me…bad choice of words, seriously, just a joke here and if you hate HP (I didn’t say that) this is a double-whammy)
) to not alienate or offend anyone.