We're at an amusement park when I spot the largest pair of breast implants I've ever seen outside of a documentary about mental disorders, aggressively testing the tensile strength of a tanktop that would've been snug on my six-year-old. I hiss at Hubs to check them out, and we start talking about the owner as soon as we're out of earshot.
Hubs: Wow.
Me: I know! They went from her collarbone to the bottom of her rib cage!
Hubs: WOW.
Me: Her lips were almost as big. She's had those done too.
Hubs: She had a face?
Me: Exactly.
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