Enough

If I see one more person’s fucking tits on the internet — either overflowing from a bra, cupped in their possessor’s hands, pressed beneath a see-through meshy shirt, or even just clever cleavage … in connection with yesterday’s “Blogathon” or the ridiculous Rack Browser or any other permutation or mutation — I’m going to fucking scream until I bleed from the ears.
Enough already, ladies. We all have ’em. We all know you have ’em.
Put your shirts back on.
This isn’t Mardi Gras.