The super nice lady at Walmart showed me how to put the bra on. Indeed, you fasten it over your belly, then slide it 180˚ then slip your arms through the straps. Shit, I coulda been wearing a gaudy bra all these years had I known this. :angel:
I know Kitty, weird.
GZ
ps: Iggy is having an EPIC MONSTER RIDE! I hope he has enough in'm to finish the last leg. Boy has been WORKING!
I'm all for Iggy's monster ride and cheering him on like you can't imagine. Or maybe you can. I left him a little note on his windscreen in the parking lot of checkpoint 1. All I had that would write on his windscreen was lipstick, so I went with that theme.
But I demand to know wtf you mean by "I know Kitty, weird." Is that a level of weird that only kitties achieve? Or is there a missing/added comma or other punctuation that causes this brief statement to read incorrectly? Are you calling ME weird?
All this discussion of how to put on a bra is further proof that y'all just don't get with chicks very often. Which makes me breath a sign of relief for the ladies of the world, but causes great fear for farm animals. Y'all worry me sometimes. Reno John has provided photographic evidence that my fears are valid.
But, George, man, this was great. Thank you so much for being so darn entertaining.