The other night I slept with a vest top on
and not even a spaghetti strap vest
and I must have been tossing and turning
cause when I woke up
the vest had twisted
and my tit was just hanging out like
sup
that’s your party tit
Update: my “space gays” shirt from target (it’s a tank top with a print of an Astronaut ont he moon but the flag is a pride flag and I like calling it “space gays”) also frequently induced party tit syndrome