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kybearfuzz) wrote2007-04-06 03:56 pm
kybearfuzz) wrote2007-04-06 03:56 pm
Um... it's for a friend...
Okay, now that I've brought down the house with sadness, let me see if I can't bring it back up a bit.
I'm in my hometown for the weekend. I stopped on the way to my mom's to have lunch with my sister, who wanted to go to Wal... er, that place with the greeters to get my nephew a birthday present. So after fighting the local idiots for parking and seeing some of the most awful eye pollution trolling in stretch pants, I found myself walking through the aisles of the womens wear with my sister. We together noticed these ENORMOUS brassieres (we're talking 40 DD or more).
"Are those padded???" I asked, thinking why would a woman that large need padding and reached out and pulled one off the hook.
I turned to find my sister gone and a sales lady looking directly at me. My sister had stepped back and was hiding behind one of those security posts laughing her ass off.
"Um... it's for a friend," I said to the sales lady, carefully putting the bra back and walking down the aisle.
After we got a row or two away, we both were laughing like crazy. I'd forgotten how much fun hanging with Rhonda can be.
I'm in my hometown for the weekend. I stopped on the way to my mom's to have lunch with my sister, who wanted to go to Wal... er, that place with the greeters to get my nephew a birthday present. So after fighting the local idiots for parking and seeing some of the most awful eye pollution trolling in stretch pants, I found myself walking through the aisles of the womens wear with my sister. We together noticed these ENORMOUS brassieres (we're talking 40 DD or more).
"Are those padded???" I asked, thinking why would a woman that large need padding and reached out and pulled one off the hook.
I turned to find my sister gone and a sales lady looking directly at me. My sister had stepped back and was hiding behind one of those security posts laughing her ass off.
"Um... it's for a friend," I said to the sales lady, carefully putting the bra back and walking down the aisle.
After we got a row or two away, we both were laughing like crazy. I'd forgotten how much fun hanging with Rhonda can be.
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a little while ago i short sheeted one of my friend's beds..well actually i'm kinda pissed at her but yeah :)
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