It all started with a quaint picnic in Central Park. I had laid out cream linen napkins and a checkered blanket to sit on. The light from the sun was beaming down just enough to catch the shimmer off the beautiful antique glasses holding just a sliver of champagne. Life was good on this fine spring afternoon.

I decided to get up and grab a drink of water from a fountain. All of the sudden, a small Russell Terrier came up to me and I thought to myself, “Doesn’t Mariah Carey have the same dog”? Then the dog began to circle around me and then bit me on my bottom! And then he just sort of hung there! Contrary to what you may have heard, but my bottom is still high, tight and mighty!

I screamed for Ava and she ran around me in circles, not really knowing what to do. I kept on telling her to pull it off me, but she just kept on running and running.  Then out of no where came Suge Knight! He dashed over and grabbed the dog by its ear, not ripping my new white skirt, and flung it in the air, and to my amazement, over the trees!  Before, I could thank him, he was gone, so I spent the extra time glaring and venting on Miss Ava who was no help at all.

Yes, of course Possums, it was a dream. But, I think it is a sign from God. No, not the Suge Knight thing (I have been known in certain social circles of being a tummy chaser), but the fact that I could feel the bite of the dog. I think God is trying to tell me that I need to get my bottom done.

I want something that is really up, but carries its own weight. Something that is big, but not too rotund. I want it to be the pillar of society.  Something that little children could look up to and say, that is a fine piece of bottom….or move out of the way, you are blocking our sun.

Literally.

But, Possums, should they be the same size as my breasts?  Is there a rump size for the buttocks? Or do they just come in Small, Medium, Large, X-tra large or Family size?

Suppose I get it too big? Then I may have to sit up real high on the chairs at the movie theatre. No one would want to sit behind me! As you can see, I am always trying to be considerate of others.

Also, if I make my bottom too big and I am with a short-membered man…won’t I be too high up for him? Picture it-if I am on top, usually I go wild and if he ain’t so well… hung, then he may slip out once awhile.  But, if I get my bottom done and he is titty bitty, won’t it slip out all the time? I may be stuck on the bottom forever! Or what about when I am doing another type of position?  Would having butt implants make me more desirable? It would be more like a cushion, even. Or suppose my bottom becomes so desirable that they would have to make a program for those who suffer from withdrawals.

Not, that I would sleep with that many men enough to form a group.

It’s just a for instance.

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