I also have the memory of an elephant. Those two things combined can equal a lot of trouble.
I mentioned in a previous post that I was working on a rap song. That was for a practical joke - and it was months in the making. I like to take my time; make sure it's perfect.
This recent joke was a bit more hurried so I wasn't sure how well it'd pan out. My co-worker came in to me on Wednesday and told me about her recent trip to the chiropractor.
She had been complaining of pains in her side. His diagnosis? She sprained a rib... from her bra... because her boobs are large.
I have ant hills on my chest. So I think it's funny when girls complain about having "too much" boobage. But the grass is always greener, right?
Anyway, all pain aside, I thought it was hilarious. Especially since he'd suggested she switch to a sports bra. As any heavy-chested girl will know, that is NOT a flattering look. Nobody likes a uni-boob.
So I rushed home that night all inspired. I stopped at the grocery store to pick up the pieces of my plan.
$30 bucks, 2 hours, and quite the mess later, I had my masterpiece.
They were delicious. And they were a hit with the ladies at the office. Even my bruised bosom co-worker got a good giggle out of them.
Hooray!
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