Don't mind me, I'm just singing; "Do your boobs hang low? Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow? Can you throw them over your shoulder like a continental soldier? Do your boobs hang low? "Are your boobs too big? Are they heavy as a pig? Do they crush your cerebellum when you dance an Irish jig? Can they serve as anchors for a fleet of oil tankers? Are your boobs too big? "Are your boobs too small? Barely visible at all? Do they look just like two peanuts stuck onto a bowling ball? Can you store them in a thimble when you're feeling rather nimble? Are your boobs too small?" Okay, I'm laughing too much to continue. Sorry about you needing brain bleach, OP.

I'm sorry :(

I've seen a heavier old man running down the street in something similar to a speedo so I would like to think I know your pain but that's much worse

horror movie

That just reminds me of one of my favorite Andy moments from Parks and Rec. He's playing a Valentine's Day set for old people, and says, "When you play a rock show, it's really easy to know when you're doing great, 'cause chicks'll flash their boobs at you—when you're up on stage, and you're like, 'oh, that must sounded pretty good', but I can't—if that happens here, my eyes will fall out of my head, and I'll die."

Any chance you work at Walmart?

Pics or it didn't happen

Silly OP, she noticed.

I would have stab my eyes out lol

I love how I was the one to actually write this a week ago, and you felt the need to steal it. Is your life really that uneventful that you have to snipe the moderation section to get something posted..