156: New Job
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Weegie, the The Fag Beast of Scandiland
Colton reads a poem he wrote
we talks about bras, open relationships, my new job I got and some other stuff that I forgot about.
Comments from:
Weegie, the The Fag Beast of Scandiland
Colton reads a poem he wrote
we talks about bras, open relationships, my new job I got and some other stuff that I forgot about.
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I’ve totally felt that! Like, sometimes when I’m wearing certain bras, it’ll feel like there’s a pin in there poking me in the tit. I have no idea why, and I don’t know how to help. Also I’m going to back you up about how you can’t go shirtless, because you’re going to be in a (presumably) air-conditioned office, and your coworkers don’t need to see your nipples. I only wear a bra sometimes now that my boobs are smaller, and I usually end up taking it off halfway through the day. Of course, it would probably help me if I actually got my boobs measured so I know what bra size I actually wear. I don’t really have any advice beyond ‘wear a different bra’, though, and usually bras that fit well and are comfortable are fucking expensive.
Dude, it’s not just The Hulk. People take their damn kids to any damn movie–when I saw Funny Games, there was some person (I think a dude) with three small children. And Funny Games isn’t actually funny, its about a family that gets kidnapped and tortured by two home invaders. I think the dude and his kids finally cut out during the scene where a small child gets shot in the head.
Also, I finally finished both the Jane Bond books you lent me, and I looove them. The second one was way better, though–more funny, less exposition.
Comment by Katy — June 16, 2008 @ 6:22 pm
Just re-read my comment, and ha: I mean BRALESS. Can’t go braless.
Comment by Katy — June 18, 2008 @ 7:13 am