Bra-ra-ra-ra-ra
I've always stuffed my bra. Between the padded push-up bras, gel inserts, and even the water bra, Victoria Secret has made it possible for grown women to enhance the size of their chest, no surgery required. When I was in college, working at the ice cream store named Jiffy Treet (yes double the e), I couldn't afford fancy stuffed boob sensations. It was quite obvious that mother nature had not blessed me with the "boom boom pow" boobs. And I was okay with that.
Except one particularly slow day, I was left alone with a box full of waffle cones. Just like a good bra, these cones were padded. Oodles of foam. Deciding to try out my own design skills, I took a sleeve each of foamy fluff and molded each into the shape of a boob. Not being able to fit into my existing bra, I duct taped the foam over my bra and began walking with a swag.
I looked like the Dolly Parton of dairy! As I began to shake what my momma meant to give me but didn't, the man named Sam from the camera store next door walked in.
Sam was cute, not hot; over six foot tall, shaggy brown hair, and lean. He wore a lot of khaki pants and green shirts with collars. His shoes were colorful. He drove his 1980-something tan Honda to the camera store at the same time each morning. He sold cameras. Sometimes, he would buy ice cream. Then he'd go home. He was the kind of man that looked like the central focus in an independent film. Plain, ordinary, and quiet...but deep. So I thought. Over the years, I grew a small infatuation for Sam...as did everyone else.
Sam had seen many sides of me. He saw me during my blond hair stage. He saw me with brown hair. He saw me with pony-tails, pigtails, and even overalls once. But today, Sam saw something completely different out of me. Sam saw me with waffle cone-foam boobs.
Sam never tipped. But today, he added his dollar to the tip bowl and cried, "Tips for tits!"
Speaking of "Tips for tits"...vote for my Smile entry in the poll below. Because tits make everyone smile!
(Edit: This week, you can only vote if you are a friend of the LJ Idol Community. Feel free to join and vote if you want...but I won't be offended if you just hold off until next week!) :)
Poll LJ Idol, Season Six – Tribe littlebit1988, Week Two
Except one particularly slow day, I was left alone with a box full of waffle cones. Just like a good bra, these cones were padded. Oodles of foam. Deciding to try out my own design skills, I took a sleeve each of foamy fluff and molded each into the shape of a boob. Not being able to fit into my existing bra, I duct taped the foam over my bra and began walking with a swag.
I looked like the Dolly Parton of dairy! As I began to shake what my momma meant to give me but didn't, the man named Sam from the camera store next door walked in.
Sam was cute, not hot; over six foot tall, shaggy brown hair, and lean. He wore a lot of khaki pants and green shirts with collars. His shoes were colorful. He drove his 1980-something tan Honda to the camera store at the same time each morning. He sold cameras. Sometimes, he would buy ice cream. Then he'd go home. He was the kind of man that looked like the central focus in an independent film. Plain, ordinary, and quiet...but deep. So I thought. Over the years, I grew a small infatuation for Sam...as did everyone else.
Sam had seen many sides of me. He saw me during my blond hair stage. He saw me with brown hair. He saw me with pony-tails, pigtails, and even overalls once. But today, Sam saw something completely different out of me. Sam saw me with waffle cone-foam boobs.
Sam never tipped. But today, he added his dollar to the tip bowl and cried, "Tips for tits!"
Speaking of "Tips for tits"...vote for my Smile entry in the poll below. Because tits make everyone smile!
(Edit: This week, you can only vote if you are a friend of the LJ Idol Community. Feel free to join and vote if you want...but I won't be offended if you just hold off until next week!) :)
Poll LJ Idol, Season Six – Tribe littlebit1988, Week Two