Popcorn

I apologize for another breast-related post, but what is the fascination that popcorn has with my cleavage?

So it’s not just popcorn that ends up down my top with monotonous regularity – since the time Damien through a pen lid down from twenty paces in the library at college, things have had a tendency to find their way where they weren’t meant to be – but popcorn is the worst offender.

Popcorn and little teeny flaky bits of chocolate you don’t notice till later on after an important meeting with the boss.

*grumble*

8 thoughts on “Popcorn

  1. HA!!

    Popcorn throwing is a favourite pastime, I must admit. One of my many talents. And cleavage is such a great target, what more motivation does one need in order to improve aim?

  2. seeing as you’re such a girly-girl these days you should get one of those little lacey shawls they wear in Jane Austen adaptations. Much more decorous.

  3. Tristan, I would if I could, but anything short of a polo neck leaves me with cleveage. Or this huge expanse of fabric which actually manages to make my breasts look BIGGER. And I don’t like polo necks ๐Ÿ™

    Welcome to Bright Meadow C ๐Ÿ™‚ As someone who clearly knows Jay, I’m sure you have some good stories to share… *mwhahaha*

    Jay – Nope. Nothing to add ๐Ÿ˜›

    Moose, oooh, good idea!

  4. I got in trouble with a lady at college once, whilst on a trip to brussels. It was the first day there, and we were all at the bar at the hotel we were at, and I started eating the nuts that were in a bowl. The guys either side of me grabbed some and start throwing them and trying to get them down women’s tops… they succeeded with one.

    The woman looked up, saw me with the bowl of nuts, got up and poured her beer over my head.

    When the guys told her it was them, I didn’t even get an apology. ๐Ÿ™

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