"Bienvenue à la maison de passe" said the

"Bienvenue à la maison de passe" said the smokin' hot French woman with noticeably large tits.

In addition to her abnormally tremendous knockers, I also noticed she was wearing a wire. So I said "Excusez-moi. Is this the way to the big tower?" She said "Entre vous. Rapide!"

She stood aside, opening the door to the big tower. I tried to get past her, but she was like six feet tall & I am a mere 5'2", I got stuck face-first in her titillating breasts.

Then, I remembered my own mother's breasts. I threw up in my mouth just a lil bit, then swallowed hard, since I felt as though I was on a stage and everyone was staring expectantly

at my mother's breasts which had been sewn haphazardly onto my own meek chest. In fact, I was on stage -- indeed, Broadway -- and I knew how that Black Swan chick must have felt as

boarded airplanes or found gunk beneath her nail. I used a jock strap as a bra for my mother's breast sewn onto my fragile chest. Now, on stage I would plum the depths of

The stones found inside plums with the help of my plumber friend. He had a roster bought for $300 in 1995. My mum 's fingernails were preserved by the taxidermist friend I had then

. He was into preserving the desiderata of existence. For him Ingrown toenails were a metaphor for a life bent to the grindstone, peeled scabs, corns, and eyelashes meant

more opportunities for cloning his DNA. He kept all hair clippings and nose pickings and belly button lint in carefully marked baggies. But the neighbors complained when the smell