One of my hs students is a tiny, tiny girl, and her cup size has to be F or G and I just feel so bad for her. She's maybe 4'10" and 100 lbs -- 10 lbs of it has to be boob.
Ummm...fess up -- any large busted ladies ever tried to weigh their boobs, and then taken that weight off their general weight?
I discovered that one boob weighs more than is calculable on a kitchen scale, and that you can't weigh your boobs accurately on a bathroom scale.
I possibly am slightly insane. I got a wild hare one night and was obsessed with figuring it out. It was in college, and I even bothered my roomie's for her pot-weighing thingie for a few seconds, before figuring out, unless I actually cut a tit off and slapped in a baggie, THAT wasn't going to work at all.
OTOH, once we hit the pot drawer, we just got stoned and I fell asleep and lost the need to know.
Boobies in Bitches! It's comforting, really.
I think I'm in love with Erin.
I'm starting to give this apocalypse thing a second thought. I just got an email from my mom tagged -sent from my iphone- .
BWAHAHAHAHAHA....remember that whole conversation we were having the other day about "literally"?
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(If it's old, I hadn't seen it before, so it made me laugh. Sorry if I'm a skimmy skimmer who skims and it had already been posted.)
I *love* the Gayroller. SO MUCH.
(Also? I possess your spine, bro.)
Dear Insomnia,
I have to be up in six hours in order to go work a thirteen-hour day outside sorting garbage by hand.
FUCK YOU.
No really,
me
Sorting garbage by hand? Good lord, smonster. I do not envy you one bit.
I adore the gayroller!!
Went dancing tonight, was sleepy, and then they said 'in honor of the rapture happening tomorrow, we'll play the following songs" and played "Looking For a City" (go to this youtube link and listen to at least one minute in...it gets crazier from there) and then "Amazing Grace" (a fast country version you can two step great to). So much fun!
...and then my ex from last summer showed up, and apparently it's her birthday, and she was all "heyyyyy, we should have dinner..." and I, not having been laid in WAY TOO LONG, was like "Uh...sure...." rather than "we had nothing to talk about the first time sweetie, why would it be different now?"
Oh, quester, I'm sorry. passing~ma his direction.