I went to the gym this morning, more through Ted’s force of will than mine (for which I am grateful). There’s a woman at the gym that every time I see her all I can think is, “Those can’t be real.” Well, sometimes I also think, “You don’t really think you’re fooling anybody, do you?” Petite blond woman without much body fat and a tiny ribcage and smaller waist and slender hips and these great big ginormous breasts. I don’t even get as far as thinking, “Ow.” I just stop at, “Those can’t be real.”
Anyway. Um. There were some other things I was going to say, but apparently they’ve slipped my mind. I assume they’ll come back eventually.
I’m a little teapot…
They probably are real. A surgeon can only do so much. (There’s that whole skin stretching thing, among other reasons.)
Plus I know 3 tiny women with “ohmygod!” huge sized breasts (DD on a woman not even 5 feet tall and 98 pounds). And they’re 100% natural.
And here’s me, 6’3″ and I have less than my 12 year old niece. It’s not fair I tell ya! Not fair at all! No wonder I’m constantly mistaken for a man!
(I love the new look of the site, by the way.)
If they are real, the follow-up, “Ow,” applies. But I can’t really think of a polite way to ask, you know? :)
(thank you!_