The Breast Medicine

| Covington, LA, USA | Romantic | June 13, 2012

(My boyfriend and I are cuddling in the morning after a night out. He is extremely hung-over.)

Boyfriend: “Come here.”

Me: “I’m already here, silly.”

Boyfriend: “I meant turn around!”

(I turn around, at which point he snuggles himself into my boobs.)

Me: “Can you breathe in there? If you suffocate it isn’t my fault.”

Boyfriend: “This hangover is going to kill me anyway, at least this way I enjoy my death!”

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