Mirror, mirror in my hand, where did these moobs come from? // insert joke about the lantern and genie and wanting someone with large breasts here. This is not going to go all Cats in the Cradle on you, Harry but something needs to follow yesterday's dance around admissions. One thing should be noted here - moobs or not, there's no shame coming from the reflection. Just like mixing it up with Judy, at my worst I never came close to shrieking "I hate what I am, what I've become". Might be just a really good concealer or Mom & Dad raised a proud son. The kink in the artichoke here is overriding the manifest destiny thing when recapping the collateral damage you've wrought. The Creator made me do it. It makes more emphasis if you say that with a Ricky Gervais overbite. It's the recurring exception to answering "Question 1: any more unresolved issues"? and you say No. Thing is you feel it when you go there in the your mind's conversation about history of the journey. Maybe one day it'll all come out here. Pardon me miss but I've never . .. .. .. been . . . . . . . . four twentied