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I keep trying to find this one t-shirt and I only find pictures of ones already sold on eBay or some crummy ripoff "dress" from Thailand, but, fine, I end up going through all the images, the silence of the night unheard inside me.
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A better take on it, but I can never decide which of his outfits I like more. I know you don't have to be a heroin stick to make them hang like that, but you do have to be filthy rich, and... bless him... he's got that covered.
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I am having some success with that, considering, and my 34J as in Jaw-dropping bras arrived today. All that steaming and measuring has paid off. I mean, there's a heck of a lot of squirming and tugging involved but definitely nailed it on my left boob and aaaaaalmost on the right... certainly radically better than any I can remember, but... I've only been in one for less than a half an hour and... well... I guess we're going to see....
I feel a little like someone's about to strangle me... but it's all in what you're used to, I guess.
I keep hearing Jim gasping while waiting for me to clean up my room before I could go out and play. As I was picking up my bra from the floor, he started gasping and choking, "Jesus, nines! That's not a bra! That's two pup tents sewn together!"
Yeah, and those were the good old days....
