Boobies, tah-tahs, juggs, melons, whatever you want to call them. That's right, we're writing about boobies. Isn't that what this whole blog off is all about? Saving the boobies?
I have big ones. I can admit it, and although I get really tired of being talked to at chest level... I kinda like them. I've had them forever, and really, they just keep getting bigger. Especially since I got knocked up.
I've seen many different sizes, and if I were a guy, I wouldn't want to date someone with big boobies. I mean for real, could you imagine making out with a chick and you go to grab her boob, and you get more than a handful?! No thank you. The smaller the better I always say.
Then I talk to girls who have small boobies, and they tell me that they are SOOOOOO jealous of my big ass juggs. I'm telling you, they're not so great. Back pain, the bras aren't cute, and seriously, guys can't make eye contact with me. I don't dare wear shirts with anything written across the breast area because I'll never get anyone to look me in the face.
So someday, I'm going to reduce them. That's right, you all can have 'em. Let's see.... $100.00 an inch. How about that? Until then, I'm going to go lay down and try to get rid of some back pain.
Okay, so as not serious as that prompt (or my post) was, breast cancer is a very serious thing. Please go donate if you can to Courtney's cause. It's very important to many people.