Perhaps I Should Wear Pasties??
Tomorrow morning, people will be a-lookin’ at my breasts, and touching them, and havin' a gay ol' time wid 'em.
After I drop the kids off at school, I go for a mammogram. (Don’t worry, it’s just routine.)
Then I get to go have an EKG and whatever else on my heart murmur. (Don’t worry, it’s just routine.)
And then, I get to come to work and relate the whole breast squishing, breast touching ordeal to the guys in my department, who titter like 8-year olds when I say the word ‘breast’.
But don’t worry, it’s just routine.