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Yes, I have large breasts. Not excessively
huge, but big, nonetheless. "A fine rack," you may say. "Big hooters." "Baywatch
material." "Nicely stacked." "Melons." "Lovely grapefruits." Or my favorite,
"TORPEDOES!" Feh. The fact is, I hate them. Loathe and detest. Despise. I
want them off my body and gone! Not only do they give me backaches, but I
can't sleep on my stomach. I find it hard to kiss someone, as there's always
this "mass" between us. Sex is a bitch. I can no longer jog. My cat actually
WALKS down out of the window onto my lap by way of my breasts! Unfortunately,
I don't have much lap left. I have a hard time buttoning shirts, since those
two buttons at chest-level are stretched tight and constantly break off and
the rest are loose. I often find leftovers lingering there. And odd things,
like leaves and Post-It notes. Yeah, you're probably laughing at this point,
but it's really NOT FUNNY! (Well, not unless you laugh at the fact that I
actually have a T-shirt that my left nipple has *rubbed a hole in* -- not
unlike the way guys pumice their jeans to make their dick look bigger and
burlier, like it actually wore through their trousers and is about to chase
you down the street. I'm not talking a white, faded spot, though; I'm talking
an *actual* HOLE in my T-shirt! You know, so my nipple can look out and see
the world (and perhaps chase you down the street), thus mocking me even more.)
Guys, how would you like to have balls so big that you couldn't lay on your
stomach or see your shoes when standing? Or jog? Or hug someone without them
jutting into the other person, forcing you to lean over or else stand several
inches away. Wait, stupid question, why did I ask? Forget I said that. Girls
with small(er) breasts, you don't know how lucky you are! Why in the hell
would you want to *inc"
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