No matter where you go, people are always just people. The same move is perfected by those unfortunate sisters who want everybody to notice their breasts without anybody seeing them. So they take the girls out for a walk in order to be noticed, but if anybody acts like they saw, such a person is immediately dismissed as Mrs. Grundy’s legalistic aunt, and the responses can be pretty funny.
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“Ask Doug”. “Dear Doug, what kind of bra do you wear for your man boobs, and just what is the properly modest, yet enticing decolletage for you when preaching from the pulpit?”
I threw up in my mouth a little reading that.
Poor little Nancy.
A husband fixated on other women’s breasts.
How exactly does a church, a denomination, a human being think that a “pastor” running a contest about Donald Trump’s wife’s breasts is laudable, funny or pastoral? And… silence.
Don’t worry, ladies. DW always notices.
Ish!
DougThink: “You’d better not call me out for staring at your breasts, Ms. Biddy Harridan Perky Boobs! As a manly Christian man, I have every manly right to obsess and stare at your breasts. If you find my Godly-manly staring disgusting and UBER creepy, and call me out on it, it’s all your fault for having boobs for me to stare at, you slut. See, in DougWorld, it’s always win-win for me and lose-lose for you.”
Because, see, in DougThink, He’s defining his physicality as normal and a normal woman’s physicality as slutty, so you can’t call him out on staring at a woman’s breasts, but he can call a woman out for being slutty.