Belly buttons means business, buddy.
Yes, your innie or outtie is where heaping truckfuls of DNA were dumped into your ittie bittie body when you were a cute little negative-year-old. And of course, as a special thank-you present from those few fetal months of dump-truck deliciousness, you get a lifelong tummy scar that occasionally gets plugged up with rogue bits of T-shirt lint.
Now, when this happens you know what to do: Slap on some sunblock, grab your rod, and motor out into the deep to reel in that big sucker. After fighting it tooth and nail under the hot summer sun, you’ll feel a strong sense of smirking satisfaction when you finally fish her out and finish the job.
Make sure to grab a photo back at the docks.
AWESOME!
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speaking of lint…my ex had a particularly hairy BButton and would supply an unending supply of different colours lints because of his cotton shirts.
…being the artistic type, I started to collect them….for his 50th BD, I had made a portrait of him…with lint, some supplement from dryer, and cat fur. Thank goodness he had a beard, that gave me more to build on….it turned out really good….sure wish I had taken a photo of it, especially since I am now a artist full time, would have added an interesting ‘note’ to my portfolio. :)
Wendy, I must see a picture of the portrait if you can. How creative to do one of lint!!
LOL… funny stuff- After 2 kids, my belly button is a little… deformed I guess is the word and it takes quite a lot of effort to get that lint out.