Yes, this is a photo of my boobs that I am posting in order to amass lascivious comments that will feed my pathetic self esteem. When all of you look at this pic, you will see my boobs. But all I see when I view it is my horrible effing bathroom floor. It is indescribable. I cannot believe I must share a house with it. The floor was the top-of-the-line back in 1967 and the quality of it is such that it will remain long after they drop the bomb. It's just so effing ugly.
Help.
The installation of the old floor was so solid, it is nearly impossible to uninstall. Hence, when we eventually do get a new floor, we will likely have it installed over the old floor. So the old floor will be there even when it's gone.
It's like a devil floor.
I am not embarrassed by my boobs or the shirt my kid tie-dyed for me. This is precisely what everyone sees as I walk down the street, listening to my iPod (and yes, I am wearing a foundation garment, but as you can seem my nipples are indifferent to this). So why I cut off my head in this pic? I guess the devil floor made me do it.
Dumb devil floor.
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