People have weird belly buttons. There seem to be a couple basic types. There's the total innie, a sinkhole disappearing into the darkness. There's the semi-innie, where the bottom of the chasm is easily visible and the whole thing is rimmed like a crater. Then there's the godforsaken outtie.
I wish everyone would stop wearing those half-length tops so I wouldn't have to see their grotesque belly buttons all the time.
Thursday, May 4
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1 comment:
hahaha, i agree. some things are best left beneath clothing.
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