By Eva Rivers
My lips are beautiful. Flawless and voluptuous. With a perfectly contoured Cupid’s Bow and a sexy, heart attack pout. All thanks to my wickedly expensive lip enhancement. I insisted on the old-fashioned method of taking fat from my ample behind. A simple redistribution of assets, you might say. Now everyone wants to kiss me, and there are quite a few people I want to kiss too. Like friends whose empty air kisses I deflect with my own resounding smackers. And my toxic-waste sister. Then there’s my ex-husband and his new wife. I make sure to kiss them every chance I get.
Wickedly funny! Loved it.