February 18, 2016 | Posted in straight by
Whatever happened to predictability? is a question I sometimes find asking myself. I’m sure I’m not alone in that wonder; no doubt the milkman, the paperboy, and evening TV also ponder the same the question. I may never be able to answer how did I get to living here? or when in the hell did Jodie Sweetin get so goddamn hot?
Somebody tell me, please! I feel like I should have known this along time ago. This old world's confusing me. I get the world can be an unfair place, but if someone knew that Jodie Sweetin had amazing cleavage the whole time and didn’t share it, then that just makes me sad. It’s like looking up at the sky with clouds as mean as you've ever seen and there ain't a bird who knows your tune. It’s a grim world without Jodie Sweetin’s cleavage. But then a little voice inside you whispers: Don't sell your dreams so soon because everywhere you look, everywhere you go, there’s Jodie Sweetin’s cleavage. You’ve seen it and from now on everywhere you look, everywhere you go, you will know about Jodie Sweetin’s cleavage.
So let’s forget about all those days before we didn’t know that Jodie Sweetin had an amazing rack. Let’s look to the future and known when you're lost out there and you're all alone, a light is waiting to carry you home. Everywhere you look. Everywhere you look . . . is Jodie Sweetin’s cleavage (Chip-a-dee-ba-ba-dow).