It's funny; all my formative years, being told that eating this, or doing that would put 'hairs on my chest'. And FOR WHAT??
As I reflect on my life...I have come to realise I am NOT Burt Reynolds, Tom Selleck, or the hairy chap from the Village People; so I'm not so sure just how practical or useful, rich or rewarding hairs on my chest have turned out to be.
I either haven't enough- or have too much- for my chest to be sexy; so my scanty bush hardly fuels the fires of passion.
And one other thing; I came from a family of three boys. What does a family with young girls use to substitute 'hairs on the chest' to make them eat their greens?
Surely not hairy breasts?
It's a curly one, for sure. Or not.
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