my breasts are out of control

Posted by Mother of Memory on
Last night I was going to meet Ralph at his new place. He's the opening chef at this great little tapas place. As I was walking from my car to the restaurant I felt a pop. A second later I heard someone say "ow". I looked down and realized that the strain of covering my bosom was too much for one of the little buttons and she'd popped off my shirt with enough force to hit someone and make them say ow. Do you think I can get my breasts declared lethal weapons?

Comments

Ursula said…
They already have been, didn't you hear? And I have to tell you, too, the license you have right now permits you to carry them, but not to conceal them. :)
Sunday, July 23, 2006 10:12:00 AM
blogmother said…
Is it sorta like burping on command or farting on command?
Do you need more time to develop your aim or the velocity of the button?
Are certain buttons superior to others for the different jobs required of them?
Tell us more!
Sunday, July 23, 2006 11:35:00 PM
Mother of Memory said…
Here's a breast update. Yesterday I was in the locker room getting ready for work. I went to take off my shirt, but before I could do anything I heard another pop. Another button gone. This one hit the locker door and fell on the floor. Normally I would attribute these mysteries to my fattitude. The thing is that I'm not batter. It's just that every month for about a week my breasts grow to elephantine proportions and no mere button can restrain them.
Monday, July 24, 2006 1:07:00 AM
Kian said…
I have the same problem with my cock, except that when the buttons fly off, the passers-by don't say 'ow!' It's more of a moan of astounded rapture.
Monday, July 24, 2006 2:57:00 AM
blogmother said…
This is the best thread ever.
Monday, July 24, 2006 11:58:00 AM
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