Monday, April 19, 2010

I've got nothing. Not even boobs.

This picture will make sense in a minute.

Internets, I don't know what's wrong with me. I have nothing to say. I always have something to say!

The closest thing to a story I have for you is that we were at Wal-Mart (again) on Friday night and we saw a man with boobs. Not man-boobs. Boobs. Like, implants. Like, I was jealous of them.

What's weird (you know, besides the fact that he was a man with boobs) was that he wasn't trying to be feminine in any way. He was quite manly. But with boobs.

And the best part? He was wearing a shirt that said "I love my wife" right across his perky, ample bosom.

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