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Stop, Drop and Roll

Posted by The Red Devil on Monday, March 12, 2007 in , ,
I've been having a life long struggle with my boobs. It's been going on since early pubescent and I haven't been winning. I've been waiting for these puppies to grow in since I was about 14 years old. No dice- nothing at all. You know how they say that it should grow in when you have kids - not true. I have three and I'm about to file a missing puppies report.

Boobs. Breasts. Jugs. Gazanggas. Whatever you call it, I ain't got it.

But I'm 31. I should resolve this issue without having to go to a freaking surgeon. I should be able to tell myself that I am still a better person with or without aforementioned psuedo juvenile canines. A very good friend of mine said that boobs, no matter how well kept will always fall victim to GRAVITY. I quote "And one info about natural breasts, big boobed women have a dreadful, patient and invincible enemy : GRAVITY. At 30, firmness is a souvenir. At 40, they are half deflated balloons (with kids it is more toward 75% deflated). At 50, they can use them as scarf ... "

It was then that I thought about the most beautiful silver lining on my dark cloud.

I will forever have perky breasts.

2 Comments


Booooo to big boobs! There's a fine line between pert and the point they become fat bags or udders.

I think it comes down to one question. Do you want all you can eat, or do you want to go to a good restaurant where the servings are small, but the quality and surroundings are breath taking? I know where I would be every night.


Only you would equate boobs to food. But then again, you were willing to discuss the mathematical sense in porn so I rest my case...

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