Tell boob story!
I had a couple friends that were all about equality so we would cruise around town on foot during parties in our bras. No one ever did end up bare chested.
I've stolen a friends shirt and bra during a game of strip something.
My stories suck.
Re: Since it is boob day
There is no such thing as too large a breast.
That isn't really a story but it could be.
I love Boob Day.
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I need one of these for when I sit on the bed and change DS. I can't go braless around that kid. He gets kicky when DH is home.
In my crazy fake ID days, I was at this stupid bar-slash-club and it happened to be bikini contest night. It was like Jan or Feb or some other ungodly cold month, so I obviously didn't have a bikini on hand, nor did I intent on competing in this ridiculous contest. My friend dared me, and much like Marty McFly, I am no chicken. Lucky (ha) for me, my friend, a size 0, 5" tall, had a bikini in the trunk of her car. let me just say, it didn't really fit me that well. I'm not a large person, but I'm no size 0. I'm pretty sure it was a child's bikini.
Anyway, long story short, after a couple shots to get pumped up, it was my turn to get on stage. They sent me up there with this half ripped tshirt that I was supposed to rip off of myself. On my way up to the stage I saw the other girls who were doing the contest. Obviously porn stars and strippers. Huge boobs, crazy spiderweb looking outfits. And there I was with my pasty skin, my mid-winter leg hair, and my friends fuuckin strawberry shortcake bikini.
Clearly I was not winning this competition. I did whatever anyone else would do in my shoes. I ripped off the bikini top and threw it into the crowd. I got second place, which was $25 and a bottle of champagne.
Some of our friends used to own a cabin on Lake Martin in Alabama. One summer we all went up there and spent the weekend. We had quite a bit to drink, and my friend and I decided that we where gonna go cave jumping, so we changed into our bathing suites, and off we went. We jumped, and I lost my top on impact, and didn't even notice, until we got out of the water, and heard about 100 cat calls. I covered myself up with my hands, and we started to walk the 1.5 miles back to the cabin. I arrived back to the cabin covered in mud, seaweed, and topless.
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Sorry, I don't have any sexy booby stories right now.
Took me a while to find the embarrassing part. Bolded it for you.
My friend also peed her pants on the way home that night. She rode all the way home wearing a tshirt as a diaper. That was a crazy night.
I finally have tits!!!! They leak though...
At my baby shower Rosie came up to me and started pointing at my chest and screaming "Boobs! Boobs!". Such a proud moment.
One of the 1st parties I got really drunk at my freshman year of HS, I stood on a chair and announced "I am a virgin and I plan to stay that way!!!"
Then I flashed a guy for a beer.
This makes me giggle.
I did a wet Tshirt contest as a favor for a friend. Her buddy was the owner of the bar, and they didn't have enough girls. All but one of the girls were strippers. They were all dressed in sexy stripper outfits. All I had was jeans, a white T, and two pony tail holders. Solution to winning find a Popsicle, put my hair in pig tails, and make out with my friend. They all ended up nude on stage, but this bish won. 300 bucks, free drinks all night, and a lot of high fives.
Men are surprisingly un-dumb when it comes to this stuff. Collectively we really do prefer "real girls" having fun over strippers.
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That and girls making out with each other.
OMG. Lawl. What did he do?!
LD for President.
total posts 69, eh?
Martinis are like boobs... one is not enough, and three is waaaaay too many.
My anti-boob story:
We would flash our bellies, rather than our gazingas, at the all-women's mardi gras parade back in the day. The riders thought it was hilarious and gave us tons of throws.