I am trying to make this blog interesting folks, but with internet access at an all-time low, I have really been trying to type fast and may be missing some major punch lines. Later I think of something hysterical I could have said...
Like, I could have written "I am writing to you from the future...don't bother with that lipstick."
Oh well. Today I bought a un-underwire bra, or an underwireless bra. It's something I have been dreaming about since wringing out my clothes that first day in Samoa. So today we went shopping in Sydney and I was having trouble finding any bra with no underwire. I thought for a minute that "they don't have them here". And then finally I found one. Just one option. At the check out line, shining like a beacon of light. Two immediate drawbacks. Pink in color, and displayed in a Hustler box, with a total hoochie on the front with huge huge huge you-know-whats. But I really thought that the actual product was something I totally needed. And so I opened the box, verified it's contents were small enough for me and bought it. Afterwards I threw away the nasty garter that came with the bra. For your information, I'm wearing it right now and it's perfect for this climate. Unfortunately it says Hustler on it. I'm hoping that with just one or two days of sweat that will rub off. And soon it will be that familiar light brown color for bras and the pink will be gone too.
You act like you're not a total pornstar. Love the pics on facebook. Keep them coming.
Mark, Way to out her secret life to her parents. Good job. Love, Jacqui
There's nothing like a non underwire bra to bring us all together. And by that I mean smoosh everything into a super gross pancakey tube. And hope nobody knows who left this comment and leave the visual up to Kd.
That's the thing! This fantastic thing is CUTE and doesn't smoosh at all. Two separate entities. Serious. Thank you HUSTLER!
DO the hustle. whistle whistle whistle. etc.etc. Alrighty then, wooo!
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