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Their father they noticed was running through backyards as they watched. The kids changed the channel just in time; there were no more boobies: the boobie show had been turned off in the knick of time. This incident was not the first in America of its kind. It had been happening for a while: parents that were trying to raise unboobie children.

I was raised in the same respect. No boobie shows for you, just corn; not that damned Cinemax. But I wanted to be a boobie boy, and I managed to collect a cache of magazines, though the boobies did not move like on the TV or in the realm of real boobies.

I like to make collages of boobies and I like to look at boobies hidden by cloth at social events where I am a real winner. People sometimes think I am odd, but it is just because I don’t talk because I am thinking about boobies all the time. They come in lots of colors and someday I hope to put my face into orange ones. That would be a lucky day.

I have altered my path towards the boobies only to find out that I have a headache and that I should have sucked on those things a bit more. For now I will subscribe to your interests and reenact this American way of thinking where boobies are bad and I have been raised accordingly.