Thanks for the Mammaries

I would love a boob job for Christmas, but I suspect that I won't be getting it. Money is running low, almost as low as my boobs.

Perhaps this will be the dialog I can look forward to:

"Thanks for the sweater vest. I love how it doesn't cover my tattoo sleeve. Nevertheless, it is itchy and scratchy against my nipples so I shall put it in the crock put you bought me last year and cook it on low until I have burned it to nothing more than a bad memory."

Don't let this dialog be your Christmas mammary. Gift some Lust & Gore, the gift that says "Fuck you" before they can.

Hey, you wouldn't even be buying them Lust & Gore if they wouldn't say it . . .