Perhaps I Should Wear Pasties??
Tomorrow morning, people will be a-lookin’ at my breasts, and touching them, and havin' a gay ol' time wid 'em.
After I drop the kids off at school, I go for a mammogram. (Don’t worry, it’s just routine.)
Then I get to go have an EKG and whatever else on my heart murmur. (Don’t worry, it’s just routine.)
And then, I get to come to work and relate the whole breast squishing, breast touching ordeal to the guys in my department, who titter like 8-year olds when I say the word ‘breast’.
BREAST!
Tee-hee-hee…!
But don’t worry, it’s just routine.
posted by Mona Buonanotte @ 2:05 PM
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5 Comments:
Think of it as edumacatin' the guys in your department....
I've been trying to figure out the difference between lookin' and a-lookin'...
Isn't a-lookin' only for cowboys or something ...?
After I get an appt. w/ Dr. Dick (laugh all you want, it's her name) I'm 'a gonna go to the boob-masher.
I wonder how much extra I gotta pay for the prod...? ;)
Bitchphd: They needs some edumacatin', too. One of 'em is 42 and hasn't had a date in 10 years. I think he'd shriek like a girl and die at the mention of the word 'breasts'.
TAN: Mostly for cowboys, and didn't you play one on tv?
Pisser: That prod is worth an extra $20, easy! (And Dr. Dick?? How can you call her that with a straight face??)
You got me, sister-!
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