Scene: Victoria's Secret Christmas Eve day
Nervous looking Man: My girlfriend wants the big boob bra in purple. She's...um...a size small?
Sales Girl: Okay, great! Do you know what cup size?
NLM: Um. I....I don't know (scopes girls around him looking for similar boobs)
SG: Okay, are they more the size of apples, oranges or grapefruits?
NLM: (thinks hard)
NLM: Lemons.
Monday, December 28, 2009
And then Kiki died laughing
Labels: America the Beautiful, conversations, quickies
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6 little kittens say Meow:
at least he didn't say pancakes
Poor guy! That's funny... sounds like something my husband would say!
too funny!!
Roy's second wife looked after our cats while we were gone. I wanted to buy her something I KNOW HER ASSHOLE HUSBAND would not buy her. That 2 cup bigger bra. she's has grapes.
But oddly enough she measures 32B. I was there when I had her measured for a push up. Her AssHole Hub complains about the size of her grapes but will not buy her the gear to enhance what she has....so I buy them. I had her measured last year. And bought her the Embrace Bra. She was thrilled with it and has since bought one on her own. So here we are at the mall...me and Roy...to buy the 2CupBra. we wanted to surprise her. And will everything in the world Roy and I MUST argue about it. He's all for the 2cupBra but he's thinks that I'm wrong about the 32B. He's seen her grapes. There's no way he's buyin' that those are BCup!! NO FREAKIN' WAY!!! So he text'd her. She comes back with she's 32C!!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!???? IS SHE THINKIN'!!! Not when she's bloated with PMS is she a Ccup!!! Not even when she breast fed!!!!!!!
He nearly fell outta his chair when she text'd him that!! I just did what I wanted to do in the first place. And she was thrilled!!! She now has fake oranges and not saggy grapes!
Ohhhh, I want the big boob bra, too. Even though I'm a 36D/DD (depending on cut).
He be at the WRONG STORE. LEMONS? Course, yours truly has been lovingly compared to lush cantaloupes!
Cousin Landinn ;)
I remember when I was a 34B. Four kids later I am a size 36D when rolled up and tucked into a bra, 4 inches higher than gravity wants them to ride...I miss the perky, full 34B's, although my husband likes to SAY his wife has 36D's...tube socks full of tenis balls. Sigh.
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