On reflection shes soooo much hotter than the said gir/tramp we both dated and i think i’m now in love with her. we’ll laugh about it when we get together and have little jewish babies :D (ep! i sound insane) (nevermind.)

Anyway, I was minding my own business and nearly at the bottom of this article, just scrolling past lovely lady number 8 in fact, when my male boss — who evidently has a sixth sense about these things — looked over and shouted out:

“Strawberry Fool! whose breasts are you looking at?!”

Of course, the entire office turned and looked at me, my protestations that he must be dreaming given away by the fact that I went a quite brilliant shade of red… and even more worryingly still, he wanted to know if they were MY breasts, which, luckily for me, they aren’t.

Just thought I’d share ;)