Um... it's for a friend...

[kybearfuzz]

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.

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[cincy-dave.livejournal.com]

Now that's hysterical!