What can YOU say in six sentences?
Where do you stand in reference to cleavage-bound mobile phones? I’ve seen people positively vibrate with the temptation to snatch. Does the thought turn you off or on?
Do you dial in on the nestling between bosoms like melted Hershey’s in a marshmallow puff s’more, or does it speak of nastified, warm, damp gum clumped together with tootsie rolls in a jeans’ pocket just out of the washing machine?
Whether you’re electrified or find it tacky and classless with just a touch of skankosity to play cellular peek-a-boo amidst your décolletage, I’m sure you have an opinion. But most importantly, I have to wonder is the off-putting application of phone to breast dependent on whether the knockered-possessor is male or female?