**Squick alert** Disgusting attention-whoring on Moomie blog

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And Amy jokes that we probably don't even need to do the breast exam, since I'm still breastfeeding at night and therefore probably touching my boobs more than 90 percent of women anyway. At which point, I open up the gown to expose the gals for Amy. And then I peer down, catching something slightly amiss.

So I blush briefly, excuse myself and explain that my boy is battling a bit of a headcold. Because how else would I appropriately preface the act of peeling a 12.5-hour-old, big, crusty, green booger off my right nipple?

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yurble
Who is this Amy and why does the womban think that her friend wants to view her tits?

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Miss_Hannigan
Seems like having a baby is now the one time in a woman's life she can peel off all her clothes and act like a disgusting spoiled child, and the world has to smile and nod approvingly.

Well, I won't be tossing rosepetals at this whore parade.

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herbalgeek
If you're eating anything while reading this, y'all might want to put it down, Just saying.

When I went to visit my mom, she told me that my cousin (who, by the way, was such a big fucking brat when she was young that she's one of my top ten reasons I am CF) has a blog with all of this stupid shit about her and her baybee. Well, I found the damn thing, and I tell you, if I didn't already have a full-time job, I could make a career out of posting shit here. First, there are the artsy black-and-whites nudie pictures of her and her husband holding her bloated gut, then some picture I really didn't need to see of her shirtless frat boy asshole husband holding a naked baybee. And, if that wasn't bad enough...

The naked pictures of the kid with his little baby dick hanging out, complete with a story about how it took half of the family to break up an impacted turd lodged in the kid's ass.

And then there's this:

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And Amy jokes that we probably don't even need to do the breast exam, since I'm still breastfeeding at night and therefore probably touching my boobs more than 90 percent of women anyway. At which point, I open up the gown to expose the gals for Amy. And then I peer down, catching something slightly amiss.

So I blush briefly, excuse myself and explain that my boy is battling a bit of a headcold. Because how else would I appropriately preface the act of peeling a 12.5-hour-old, big, crusty, green booger off my right nipple?

Plus a bunch of other nauseating shit about how "advanced" this kid is.

Blarrgh.