Burn your bra, baby.
A friend of mine moved to Cali a couple of months ago. Last week, I got the news that she was getting a boob job. The best part? 5′2", petite lil’ Correne is going for a D-cup. All I could think of was, that girl is going to tip over! Don’t get me wrong, I’m a big fan of working the cleavage. But I love free-boobin’ it just as much. I guess I’ve always found that the knockers get in the way when playing vball or tennis or any other sport and a D-cup just seems like it would be too much, ya know? Its not just me, she’s gotten a barrage of email from other friends telling her the hazards of going under the knife. But, B-cup or D-cup, chickadee, bon chance.
