Oh, Venus. Surely you saw the end of this story coming.
I won’t share the picture with you explicitly, but you can imagine how it goes. Girl meets nipple flower, girl meets Kleenex, girl falls in love, girl initiates fashion three-way, girl shows up at sister’s pre-ESPY party, girl gets photographed, nipple flower gets jealous, nipple flower makes escape from Kleenex, boob follows, girl meets blogs. It is a cautionary tale. I call it Tissue Samples: A Love Tragedy. Because none of the tennis puns in my head are any good.