They're supposed to jump out at innocent bystanders. And growl. Or something.
Yeah, but I've been lead to believe they're not supposed to be cut in half. And by demis I mean anything not full coverage. No go. Can't do. Out of the question.
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They're supposed to jump out at innocent bystanders. And growl. Or something.
Yeah, but I've been lead to believe they're not supposed to be cut in half. And by demis I mean anything not full coverage. No go. Can't do. Out of the question.
Ok, now I'm flashing on all the Beatrice Small books I read in HS in which the heroine's massive breasts were invariably described as "birds (or doves) flying free into his callused yet gentle palms."
That just sounds weird, JZ. Sounds like nervous jokey -- like they didn't know what to do PLUS had the one opportunity to deal with "sexy" things.
I will say, I was horribly disappointed that everyone at my cousin's shower but me and a couple of other people bought stuff off the registry. That's no fun!! There was not a negligee to be seen.
Mine don't do that. Mine are serious about getting free, and are willing to amputate themselves for it.
It's like strapping Kunta Kinte to your rib cage every morning.
In a desparate attempt to entertain myself, I have been scouring craigslist, and finally made my way to the personals. Here's what one guy has to say about himself:
I have a good head of hair. I have no back hair. I am funny. I can run very fast, for short periods of time, but I walk quickly, and can do so all day.
I somehow find this endearing.
Hee! Gosh, mine are pretty tame, but then, I think I give mine a little (lot) more airtime that you (or maybe anyone but Lindsey Lohan) gives yours.
EDIT because no matter how lively they are, boobs don't MOSH.
I can run very fast, for short periods of time, but I walk quickly, and can do so all day.
I wanna know how long he can run moderately fast, dammit!
P-C, a guy my husband works with just got back from India. He brought us Gujarati Choondo Pickle. Made me think of you.
Heh. I'm not entirely sure what that is, but I think I have an idea. I often have no clue what the English "name" for a food is.
P-C, you should work for the Department of Indian Transportation. That is an awesome story. You totally made me want to go see it.
Well, sort of. At least, in theory, and definitely more than anyone else has ever made me want to go see a scary driving place. I think it was the musical backing up details.
He he. The musical backing up is actually the most annoying thing ever, despite how cool it may sound.