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Jan. 6th, 2006 05:42 pmI swear underwire bras should be classed as lethal weapons. One moment you're walking along delivering stupid Avon books, the next a wire has sprung out of your bra and stabs you in the chest. Then of course you have the choice of putting up with the step stab step stab until you get home, or grope around the boobage area in public to pull out the offending wire.
Now though I must go attack the monstrous pile of ironing hiding under the stairs while trying to listen to the tv over the noise of Corey and his friend. Though friend may be the wrong word, the way they bicker I wonder if they like each other at all. But such is the nature of nine year olds I suppose.
Now though I must go attack the monstrous pile of ironing hiding under the stairs while trying to listen to the tv over the noise of Corey and his friend. Though friend may be the wrong word, the way they bicker I wonder if they like each other at all. But such is the nature of nine year olds I suppose.
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Date: 2006-01-06 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-06 07:30 pm (UTC)It's a sad thing when you have to pick between being perky or being comfortable.
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Date: 2006-01-06 08:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-06 08:58 pm (UTC)Am I the only person on this planet who disagrees with that!? *lol* Although I have to admit that the stabby!wire thing is really annoying, but other than that I wouldn't trade my underwire bras for the world.
P.S. I'm with
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Date: 2006-01-06 09:22 pm (UTC)and option b - gropage all the way, baby ;)
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Date: 2006-01-06 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-06 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-06 08:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-06 09:59 pm (UTC)I was taking Tae Kwan Do a few years ago. We had to wear the uniforms (which I loathed, as they made me look like the Michelin Man), and all the women changed in one big dressing room. I was pulling down my sports bra when I noticed the woman next to me was doubling up on just regular underwire bras. I asked why, she said it was more comfortable for her, yadda yadda.
As we talked, another woman came in, and greeted Underwire. "Hey, where've you been, it's been a long time, still doubling up on the underwire huh? Didn't you learn? Ahahahahaha." Underwire looked amused and vaguely embarrassed. I begged for the story.
Underwire was in class one day, kicking and punching for all she was worth. The instructor - a tall slim man from Vietnam, whose English was sometimes hard to understand - stopped the class. "You!" he yelled, pointing at her. "You have cell phone!"
She looked blankly at him. "No," she said. "No, I don't have a phone on me."
He strode up to her with an angry expression, pointing at her chest. "Cell phone! I see antenna!"
She looked down and saw the wire from her bra poking up from her tunic just as he reached out and grabbed it. He pulled it, her boob went FLOP, the wire sproinged out and thwapped him in the face, and as she put it - "the world whited out until all I could see was the instructor standing there, holding the underpinnings of my intimate apparel." She was mortified and rand out the door.
Months later, she told me this story. We walk out into the exercise area together, and wouldn't you know it - the same instructor. He saw her. His face alight with evil glee, he pointed at her and yelled "Cell phone!"
Thank goodness she had a good sense of humor - she just laughed it off and got right back into the class.
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Date: 2006-01-07 04:56 am (UTC)I hear ya on the underwire bras, though...sadly, if I didn't wear them, I'd be tripping over my boobs.
And incidentally, that last person who commented with the Tae Kwon Do story? AhahahahahahaHA. You have an awesome friendslist, man.