For those of you who don’t know me, I’m one of those girls with secret boobs. That is, I’m always wearing non-revealing Threadless shirts covered by sweatshirts, so no one notices that I’m a D cup. The few days I’m not bundled up under three layers of sweaters (blame Indiana weather) or wearing a v-neck, I literally get friends going “You have boobs!” Why yes, yes I do.
Why do this matter? Today I totally splurged and bought a couple hundred dollars worth of bras from Victoria’s Secret. Not only are some of them push up, but some are lacy and sexy. Look out, world. I’d say I wish I had someone to show them off to, but that would probably result in me getting lots of creepy emails…which I don’t need.
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Josh
March 17, 2009 at 3:26 PM (UTC -7) Link to this comment
Oh, you actually went to Vicky’s Shop of Don’t-Tell-Nobody?Good for you! They’re all lacy and girly and stuff. I don’t get it.
JoVee
March 17, 2009 at 10:26 PM (UTC -7) Link to this comment
Oh, you actually went to Vicky’s Shop of Don’t-Tell-Nobody?Good for you! They’re all lacy and girly and stuff. I don’t get it.
jwpacifist
March 27, 2009 at 11:37 AM (UTC -7) Link to this comment
Boobs are great and all, but can you shit prime numbers?
jwpacifist
March 27, 2009 at 6:37 PM (UTC -7) Link to this comment
Boobs are great and all, but can you shit prime numbers?