With parents like those two, this child is being set up to have more complexes than Freud had names for. Of course, I do mean that as a compliment. I feel the brooding urge of my own Oedipus complex when I set my eyes upon the physical perfection that is Chrissy Teigen.
In this particular instance, I feel as though the term cleavage does not quite suffice. It really looks more like a crevasse than anything else. I can easily picture a team of those mini people from Gulliver’s Travels rappelling down into it for the glory that awaits any man who sees those bosoms in the flesh. For my liking it does not even have to be in the flesh; they could be in a pool, or on a trampoline. Anywhere with zero gravity would suffice as well.
It is quite refreshing to see a happy family out in the streets. I assume from Chrissy’s attire that they are celebrating Kwanzaa, or something of the sort. I do not know much about the holiday, so I will just say mazel tov and leave everyone to google what that holiday is for.
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