I'm going to have to stop my mother reading the Sunday tabloids. It makes me feel old. The latest story that caught her eye involved a lady with naturally unfeasibly-large breasts (a hundred-and-odd double Z).
The big problem for me is my reaction. Am I assailed by testosterone-fuelled thoughts of ladies with big tits? Or puerile titterings about Norma Snockers? No. My reaction was:The poor woman. She must get shocking backache.
Monday, June 01, 2009
Adipose
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disappointment,
old age
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but it's true, sugar! ;~D *laughing*
Yay, Kevin! A sensible response!
You've been working in libraries too long, Kev. It creeps into the mind, you know.
We had an email the other day telling us that libraries "are like chebs". This would have been taken as a compliment had we known what chebs are. Urbandictionary offered a ray of hope - but was blocked by the filter.
...and she'd have to have her dresses specially made...
Sx
I always think of the posture and clothing problems when I see big breasts - but then I'm a girl.
Favourite eaves-dropping on a bus:
"Well, he still has to stand sideways, you know"
And indeed she must. A couple of extra prosthetic breasts protruding backwards from the shoulder blades is the healthy option.
I am not well endowed in the upper chest region - so I also gaze on such pics with a fascination usually reserved for alien life forms.
And there I was thinking the Adipose were those cute little babythings that tried to overrun the Earth? Oh, Im getting my realities confused. That was Dr Who, wasnt it...?
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