"So Mr. X, your wife has stated that you frivolously spent money on going out with friends, guns, tools and your Harley. Is there anything your wife wasted money on?
"Her dog and her boobs"
"Can you please clarify?"
"She wanted a boob job. I told her that I didn't want her to get one because I didn't know how I would respond to them and that most people who get fake boobs end up getting divorced within 3 -5 years, and look where we are today at the three year mark."
Guess I won't be asking for fake ones next holiday. I am so used to the flat lands that I really don't think I would be able to handle anything more. In college I used to put on a friend's bra that was a DD and stuff it with half of my sock drawer (yes, I was sober) and I would run into things with them. My depth perception was way off with the huge rack. I do have pictures of this dressing up shenanigans and if I remember, I will pull them out and post them someday.
One more reason: I would probably be so lucky to end up with something like these pics below. ICK.
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