I was bitching to my wife the other day about how my poor boobies are headed down to my waist.
This (other than shit keeps breaking) is probably the biggest thing that gets me about getting older. It sucks. I miss my perky boobies. I don’t think I can do the surgery thing cause, you know, that would be joining in with the superficial snobs of the world and who the hell wants to join them?
Bitch, whine, moan….
My wife’s response?
She started singing this song. You should be able to guess the tune.
Do your tits hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie 'em in a knot?
Can you tie 'em in a bow?
Can you throw them over your shoulder like a Continental Soldier?
Do your tits hang looooow?
I would have called her a bitch for that but I was laughing too hard.
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sad, sad, sad lol
When I read the title of your post, that song came to mind. I remember it well.
Sorry about the gravity problem you're having. :)
Yeah, I just need to get around to inventing an anti-gravity device for the "ladies." LOL
You know what one boob said to the other?
Don't hang so low they'll think we are nuts.
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