Self-absorbed libtard writer witch. Find your wimpified
husband lurking among the cubicles of almost any newspaper
in the country.
The other day I sat in the waiting room of a rural area
clinic. This particular area became a popular commune
site in the 60s. Hippies/dope growers still populate much
of the region. Across from me sat a thirtyish, tall, and
attractive woman along with her mother and her almost 3yr
old son. The boy was listening to grandma read from a
children’s book while sitting on momma’s lap. He would
pull down on his mom’s V neck shirt and pacify himself on
her nipple, then switch to the other side. Not OK in my
book. The kid was way too old. He was even talking to grandma when not “nursing”. This is kind of future I
imagine for the twit who produced this article.
Until you're married of course, then game on.