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Jam Boob Time

started by hedgeyamber on Tuesday, March 6, 2018 at 5:08am PST
modified on Tuesday, March 6, 2018 at 6:50am PST

Oh no. It is Jam Boob Time. John looked at the clock in display, the numbers dripping with jam onto the boobs below . He approached with caution, he knew what happened last time he touched that jam. Black and white flashbacks entered his vision with old timey music in the background, almost as if he was in some kind of low budget horror film. The only colour he could see was the red of the strawberry jam.

He reached over to the clock and tried not to look at the jam. But it was impossible to ignore it. The thought of the stickiness of the jam assaulted his mind and left him frozen to the spot . Here it is, Time for the Jam Boob. Not for the first time he wished that the jam was at least apricot and not strawberry. PTSD- Post traumatic strawberry disorder was surely the worst of the jam related mental health disorders.

His therapist had said before, there was only one answer; no Jam Boob Time.


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