There was a time when I had to start a non-profit organization to “SAVE THE BUSH”.
We would protest outside of the waxing salons because we were trying our best to “SAVE THE BUSH”.
It was like every woman from all ages, I’m talking senior fucking citizens, were killing their bush like it was some sort of pest….a rodent hiding in the kitchen cabinet shitting in the cereal…instead of the beautiful fashion accessory it was.
The kind of girl who had a bush, in those weak bush times, where bushes were rare…..were not the kind of bushes you’d want in your mouth or face because the women with the bush had given up.
People didn’t realizing the power of the bush, no one was writing love songs about the bush, no one was clipping hair clippings of the bush, to store away for masturbations….but I NEVER GAVE UP On the bush…
Now, with the advent of internet perversion, there’s bush everywhere, they even have categories of bush…
Sure there was always the landing strip, but this is called “HIGH BUSH” and that’s a little more specific…
So to someone who like bush of all shapes, sizes and colors, all lengths and textures, the high bush is an important development in our bush movement.
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