Mischa Barton’s sloppy legs have decided to take her body out for a walk and she’s wearing some American Apparel lookin’ sheer thin t-shirt with no bra, which is a good fucking strategy to distract us all from her legs. I never really had an issue with small tits, I figure as long as a bitch has nipples (sorry cancer survivors), she’s good to go, sure sometimes a bitch can be flatter than a teenage boy, but as long as there’s a pussy I am oay with it. The only problem that comes up is her jealousy and feelings of inadequacy compared to my spectacularly disgusting fat man tits.

I like to look at myself as the gateway to lesbianism, sure I claim to have a penis but it’s barely there and my tits, despite being disgusting are a solid b-cup, so I feel like there’s little difference between me and a fat hairy chick and for girls who are too scared of the social implications of rubbing cunt with their girlfriends, I make for a good time, and by good time I mean the personality behind the androgyny can make any girl turn off men. I think of it as a talent to help people come to terms with their sexuality and to overcome their fear, kinda like the snakes they throw into the tub to cure people of their fear of snakes, only without anything remotely comparable to a snake. I figure that analogy sucked, but you get what I’m sayin.

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