Baby….It’s cold outside!
It’s so cold outside I swear my nipples will shatter at the slightest touch. Breaking into little shards of ice, I could use them to chill my drink – “Nipple cubes”. Harder than diamonds. I can cut through glass quicker than Batman can say Robin.
“Dog locked in a car? Let me pierce that window for you.”
“Bag won’t open? I’ll just use my nipples to cut it.”
“Tomato on your sandwich? I’ll slice that shit up.”
Better yet, I’ll just replace my diamonds.
“Hey check out my new ring.”
“Oh my goodness! Those nipples are gorgeous. Are they real?”
“Yes! I went to Jared’s and it’s below fucking zero there.”
I guess this would be my ‘nipple’ ring. That’s the new meaning. All in favor? Change Approved.
So this got me thinking. On the ‘Nipple Scale’ from inverted because it’s hot as hell to I wear them like jewelry.
How cold are you?
Stay warm people. I’m off to sweep up my nipple dust.
“Type hard! Like you mean it.”