The title dates me substantially; there was a kind of bubble bath that was marketed as a woman's portal to a realm of luxurious pleasure. I need a type of cleansing bubble that operates exclusively on the mind.
I'm actually too demoralized to engage in some kind of performance here; I apologize. I'm shocked; Brenna is not shocked. I grew up in church, in the eighties, and it took them forty years to do it but they did exactly what they said they were going to do. It might be a good idea to listen to them, you know, now, and hear what they want to do next, so we don't go to bed one night and wake up fifty fucking years ago. Again.