DecadentDoll wrote: Plus, nobody in Smiths cares what you buy guys, so grow a pair
Pretend it's for someone at the office or for your missus.
Well I am certainly
up for the cup . . . it is every man's fantasy, really ! To have my very own set . . . Mmmmmmmmm !
I have endlessly dreamed of growing a pair and even tried, but no matter how much I desire to, I am not destined to wear a bra. Ever.
Do you know how sad that makes me feel ?
I once grew a pair of tits, well nurtured is a better word, their mother had abandoned the nest ( she flew off with the neighbouring sparrow in an ultimately doomed but torrid affair ) just after they were hatched. I had to get up early every morning, bleary eyed but with a heart full of love and compassion, to catch the early worms ( apparently the juciest and bestest )
and put them on to some lightly toasted brown bread with two fluid ounces of puddle water in a tiny beaker for their beaks
( haha ! no pun intended - hmmm is that why they are called beakers . . . hmmm ***wonders*** . . . ) !
I did this for two weeks, both morning and evening, until the RSPCBA eventually relented to my persistant phone calls for help, and took them away. . . . .
It was a sad day as I had felt for the first time, yet not the last, a maternal pang . . . . . as if my offspring were leaving the family nest . . .
lots of custard ahoy!
