That’s a wooden boob.
Hey, don’t judge. Some people like wooden boobs. Not me, or you… yeah, I don’t know. Somebody.
Woah woah woah… let’s ease up on the assumptions there Pecos Bill. Me just pointing out a wood boob when I see one ain’t nothing more deep than that.
Case in point, I dated a girl that had a wooden boob and two wooden arms. She as a pirate captain. Not particularly good one on account she lost a boob and two arms to the trade, but she had gumption.
Here’s her picture:
My bad. Your ex is really quite lovely.
No worries. Unfortunately she came in on a summer’s day, bringing gifts from far away. (See I was working in this harbor town, laying whiskey down as a bartender. ) She was clear she couldn’t stay as no harbor was her home.
At night, when the bars closed down, I would walk through the silent town, and love a woman who’s not a round. I can still hear her say, “Brandy, you’re a fine guy, what a good guy I would be, but my life, my lover, my lady is the sea”.
Oddly enough, I was telling this story to this ramshackle band trying to make a start, and darn it if they didn’t go off and steal my story to make it a song.
Such a bittersweet story. Thank you for sharing your pain.
You are welcome. What is the woot forums for but to lance the sorrow filled boils on the heart of loss and disappointment.