Look, I could try and explain this one. I could justify it and rationalize it and try and make some sort of sense out of it. But let’s be real. At the end of the day, you and I would be be much better off if I didn’t, right? This came from somewhere, deep and dark in those back corners of my brain. And me? I didn’t question it! I just let it flow through my hand and onto the screen.

See, my brain and I have an amicable arrangement. I don’t ask where it gets this stuff, and it keeps handing jokes through the little slot in the door. Nobody gets hurt, everyone gets what they want. Peaceful equilibrium is maintained.

Besides. Where else on the Internet are you gonna go to see a table in a bustier?