Behold, The Power Of Breasticles!*
Published 15.5.06 by Porkchop | E-mail this post
Part of my job involves crossings a very busy highway on a regular basis. With beach weather approaching and all, part of my job now involves standing at the side of a highway for a very long time while waiting for a lull in traffic. Simply because I'm female and have free flowing hair, I get occasional honks and hollers. But today was a defining moment in my traffic watching days. Two Mac trucks stopped abreast, full of screaming waving men, so I could totter across the now stilled highway without spilling a drop of my morning coffee.
Good to know these things will have been well-used even if I don't have children.
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The origin of breasticles involves a very long story which includes my little brother, screaming it at the top of his lungs and embarassed company.
that's. . .flattering. . .maybe?
We all have assets, er...
whatever.
Sorry.
My breast-er best friend and I say breasticles all the time and we thought we were the only ones!!
I can see a movie scene developing from the incident. Charming, stylish brunette dramatically pauses at a busy intersection in Paris (a bit more romantic than a highway; call it artistic expression or artist's interpretation). Gracefully balancing a chic dose of java in one hand, she waits. But only for a moment. As if on cue, the speeding rows of cars drift to a halt as the collective jaw of morning traffic half a city block down stop, drop, and shatter. Aristocratically unaware of the devastation her fine figure has wrought upon the intersection, beautiful brunette daintily trips across in peep-toed vintage pumps.
To avoid the video gamer twist, I avoided giving said brunette Lara Croft knockers.
I'm pretty sure that they will be well used (enjoyed) regardless of children (in the marriage, of course).
Best of the text i read about a problem.
We are wellocme to it's configuration.
Wellcome to the real world.