easty-westies
Breasts that hang out like a sloth on a Saturday, not even trying to be fancy.
My easty-westies are like my brain on a Monday: just there, not doing much.
I told my friend I had easty-westies, and she said, 'You look like you lost a bet and got punished.'
My easty-westies are so bad, I think they’re planning a vacation without me.
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