Behold, The Power Of Breasticles!*

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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.

*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.

8 Responses to “Behold, The Power Of Breasticles!*”

  1. Anonymous QOS 

    that's. . .flattering. . .maybe?

  2. Anonymous steelcowboy 

    We all have assets, er...

  3. Anonymous Joi 

    My breast-er best friend and I say breasticles all the time and we thought we were the only ones!!

  4. Anonymous Kat 

    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.

  5. Anonymous Dave 

    I'm pretty sure that they will be well used (enjoyed) regardless of children (in the marriage, of course).

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    We are wellocme to it's configuration.

  8. Anonymous forced sex 

    Wellcome to the real world.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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