Yesterday on my way to the 7 train, I was in a serious hurry and in a rapturous debauch of New York City selfishness, I accidentally bludgeoned Some Guy half to death with my left breast.
Yes. That really happened. He was running up the stairs and I was running down the stairs and the train was getting ready to leave and I needed to make that train... so.
I smacked Some Guy in the face with my boob.
If you care to comment, please imagine getting bonked in the face with a whole bunch of sweater-orb -- and indicate your level of psychedness. I am afraid this guy have to endure decades of therapy.