I am really cold today.
And it's really uncomfortable, if you get my drift.
Just one of the many perks *hyuck hyuck* of being pregnant.
Don't touch them, don't look at them! Brett, I'm talkin' to you...
I can't exactly point out where the cold draft is coming from, but it's really making things hard.
Okay, I'm obviously in desperate need of a distraction that doesn't include me moving my shoulders to aim at things with my milkers while singing, "These boobs were made for shooting, and that's just what they'll do..."