On Tuesday, I told you about how I had such an exciting weekend that you may have thought it was all for Thursday blog fodder.
(It wasn't.)
But the events of my Saturday, though spontaneous and without pretense, do contain some definite TMI material.
After drinking at a dive bar, I headed over to a gal pal's house.
After continuing to drink at my gal pal's house, it at some point became a good idea to talk about boobs. Perhaps the subject came up because the majority of the guests were guys. My gal pal's fiance was celebrating his birthday, afterall. So, boys party = boy topics. I guess.
Anyway, my gal pal and I are both pretty well endowed.
T to the I to the double D, remember?
We decided a contest was in order, to determine whose are bigger.
So, my friend and I went up to a spare bedroom with her sister and a kitchen scale.
We got topless and stood with our backs against the wall while her sister conducted the weigh-in, one teat at a time.
Due to the haze of alcohol, I don't recall the exact ounce-age of each, but I do remember this:
I won! It was only by a couple of ounces, and who knows if these findings are scientific?
(And we decided to say it was a dead heat, a tie... I don't know why I didn't just take my victory and run with it.)
So. This is what your middle school math teachers and your bankers do on the weekends.
I guess we found it amusing because it involved numbers?!
(It wasn't.) But the events of my Saturday, though spontaneous and without pretense, do contain some definite TMI material.
After drinking at a dive bar, I headed over to a gal pal's house.
After continuing to drink at my gal pal's house, it at some point became a good idea to talk about boobs. Perhaps the subject came up because the majority of the guests were guys. My gal pal's fiance was celebrating his birthday, afterall. So, boys party = boy topics. I guess.
Anyway, my gal pal and I are both pretty well endowed.
T to the I to the double D, remember?
We decided a contest was in order, to determine whose are bigger.
So, my friend and I went up to a spare bedroom with her sister and a kitchen scale.
We got topless and stood with our backs against the wall while her sister conducted the weigh-in, one teat at a time.
Due to the haze of alcohol, I don't recall the exact ounce-age of each, but I do remember this:
I won! It was only by a couple of ounces, and who knows if these findings are scientific?
(And we decided to say it was a dead heat, a tie... I don't know why I didn't just take my victory and run with it.)
So. This is what your middle school math teachers and your bankers do on the weekends.
I guess we found it amusing because it involved numbers?!
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Comments
@ Trav -- assumed you would love this one.
@ Mere -- Aww, well... at least you don't have lower back pain!
bigboobspice.
& gallopfridayspice.
and damn when you win you take it!