Well, they’re not knee knockers – yet!
And the my bras, try as they might, are no longer up to the task of hoisting my hefty bosom.
I can’t blame my bras, they have put in many years of hard (sweaty) thankless work.
Looking in my bra drawer, I would not be surprised if someone thought they had found my rag drawer.
Every time I do laundry, my bras are looking more threadbare and more incapable of handling the monumental job expected of them.
So, I bit the bullet today and bought a bunch-a-bunch of new tit slings (over-the-shoulder boulder holders, titpants, hooter holsters, upper decker flopper stoppers, tit mits, kiepzemfromphloppins, knocker lockers, balloon cocoons).
So once my order arrives, I can already imagine my boobs exclaiming to each other –
“LOOK AT THE VIEW FROM UP HERE!”