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Sep. 2nd, 2011 01:42 amI did not mean to stay up until 1:30 in the morning writing a monologue about my boobs. I swear to god I didn't. But that's the theme for ETC's fall showcase this year, and I thought I'd missed the deadline, but it turned out that they extended it until Friday, so… here I am.
1:30 in the morning, and I just sent the club president a monologue called "I Have Fantastic Tits."
…
…yeah. That may be the weirdest email I've ever sent. Anyway, it's obviously completely unedited, and the ending is a bit rough, but I present to you my monologue on the manifold glories of breasts.
( Under here. )
And now I am very sleepy indeed, but at least I will not go to bed trying to remember the phrase "the Mary Poppinses of breasts". I may regret that more in the morning, when I have to get up and get out before everyone else gets the bright idea to go home early for the Labor Day holiday.
1:30 in the morning, and I just sent the club president a monologue called "I Have Fantastic Tits."
…
…yeah. That may be the weirdest email I've ever sent. Anyway, it's obviously completely unedited, and the ending is a bit rough, but I present to you my monologue on the manifold glories of breasts.
( Under here. )
And now I am very sleepy indeed, but at least I will not go to bed trying to remember the phrase "the Mary Poppinses of breasts". I may regret that more in the morning, when I have to get up and get out before everyone else gets the bright idea to go home early for the Labor Day holiday.
