Seriously.
This is a mannequin that stands outside of a store on La Cienega near our apartment. We drove by it the other day, and my mom and sister saw it and reacted as if they were witnessing a plane crash.
I had missed it, so I quickly swung back around, pulled over, and saw this:
They're like... Zeppelins.
Holy crap. Her fake nipples are even hanging out. Who would shop here? Other than the wife of Dog the Bounty Hunter, of course.
I prefer ‘em small,
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December 30, 2008 at 11:13 am
Bob Steib
You lie. Every guy likes of big. You just didn’t want Cathy
to get mad.
Your mom and your sister may shop there?
Uncle Bob
December 30, 2008 at 3:38 pm
jshady
I’m not lying! I like ‘em small! Mainly because I know what big ones end up looking like years later: worn-out beanbags filled with oatmeal.
January 7, 2009 at 11:18 am
lille
My great grandmother had tits that hung to her waist, and were paper thin. This was when she was 102, though. I don’t know what they were like perky.
January 7, 2009 at 2:43 pm
jshady
Is that what you have to look forward to?