"She was not to long or short long her big boobs but not to big she had allot of stuff on so I could not see really well but it looked like a C cup witch I loved."
Eat your heart out, Billy Shakespeare!
To long or short long, that is the question!
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outraged grammarians
Or to take arms against a sea of C cups,
And by posing juuuuuuust right, see the sea of C's runneth over?
Oh that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
Which, admittedly, doth have allot of stuff on.
Yet still the brightness of those cheeks would shame the very stars!
What light through yonder window breaks? Tis the East, and DAT ASS is the sun!
Double, double toil and trouble,
Paragraphs burn and spellchecks bubble.
Thy original query still haunts this song:
Which witch is which? To long or short long?
The answer by any other name would smell as sweet -
The answer, is Miles