Oh, god, where am I?
Well I’m not from California, however there’s still time for a boob job.
That would explain why you wandered into a room full of books and had no idea where you were.
Nah, you're perfectly fine. And I haven't been staring, I just mean, you're fine the way you are. I may be a hopeless addict who attends this mental facility, but I'm totally for staying one hundred perfect boob-job-less free.
Alas, that is true.

















