This fiction story is based upon the rumor that Taylor Swift had breast augmentation
Shit! This was crazy. I was just out of high school by a couple of years, barely 18-19. I went to study with a buddy at his place, on campus, well probably not, most likely off campus. Yeah. We were in his apartment off campus. We were studying. Then this woman crashed into the apartment, drunk as a “shit house mouse,” as daddy used to say. She was babbling like mad, in many meanings of that word. “Ah, damn it, I didn’t get fucked tonight,’ she slurred. “Went to the bar. Not a man fuck in there. Not a real man wisth a cock, big, little.” Hey, baby,” she slurred to me, grabbing at my crotch. “You wansh fuck?” I was a bit puzzled, so I asked my study buddy, my friend from Kentucky, “What’s up with this? Who is this?” “Oh, never mind,” he said. “It is just mom. My mother. She is down to visit during final exams,…