Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Commenter Memories Number 80-Dust Bunny Queen has a handicap


Dust Bunny Queen said...
if you want to discourage sagging in the future, it's better to go braless, because the natural ligaments are strengthened and kept strong.

Says the woman who undoubtedly doesn't wear an "DD" cup. Get back to me when you do.

When I was playing golf, I was once asked what my handicap was. I replied. "You are looking at them."

From the Evil Blogger Lady's site.

10 comments:

chickelit said...

DBQ FTW!

chickelit said...

if you want to discourage sagging in the future, it's better to go braless, because the natural ligaments are strengthened and kept strong.

My ear lobes are a c-cup heading for d-cup territory.

ricpic said...

The whole problem with golf is that everyone "addresses" the ball. So of course they tense up and make an unnatural swing even more awkward. Don't spend forever getting into perfect position. Just casually walk up and whack it. That's as good advice as keep the left arm straight elbows in body still eyes on ball head down knees bent but not too bent over thinking it madness.

chickelit said...

@ricpic: I don't see how your well-meant advice helps DBQ with her "handicap".

ricpic said...

And let your tits fly in the wind.

How's that for DBQ?

MamaM said...

Tits that fly?

Undulate, bounce, sway, sag and hang for sure, but rare is the pair that takes off to leave home or move off base.

chickelit said...

Undulate, bounce, sway, sag and hang for sure, but rare is the pair that takes off to leave home or move off base.

European tits fly: link.

MamaM said...

MamaM fell for that one Chickelit, and she should have remembered!

At least she had the courage to click.

That's two FTW. The favored rabbit who gets away with murder was the other.

Penny said...

"MamaM fell for that one".

Keep telling you MamaM...

When it ain't "we"...It's usually... wee wee wee.

Kapish?

MamaM said...

Kapish?

MamaM's younger brother had a habit of hiding pieces of whatever jigsaw puzzle was out on the table so he could be the one to put in the last piece. It was frustrating as heck to be working a puzzle and looking for a piece that wasn't there. Much less of a "we" venture, and more of a "wee, wee, wee" experience ending in wrestling, punching and high pitched squealing.

Kapishing ain't easy. Especially when things are not as they seem and puzzling penny commentary disappears in the wee hours before more cents can be made.