So last night, I decided I wanted to have some "adult" conversation. (not that I don't love Jess & the boys... I just wanted to hang out with all adults.) So I stopped by the bar to say "Hi". While there, two friends of mine and I got into a discussion about the latest "stripper" to have visited the establishment. (hey the bar was uncharacteristically slow for a saturday night) One friend was female, the other male. What started the conversation was my male friend - who we will call Mr. M. (not that he's special or anything I just don't want to say his name on the net and upset him or something)- says that he hates 'fake boobs'. Meaning implants. They remind him of a soccer ball that's been cut in half and implanted on a woman's chest.
We all know that my sense of humor is a little askew most of the time. Well around my friends at the bar it tends to not only go askew but get lost. Ms. D and I basically took the description that Mr. M had given and not only ran with it but you could say were close to flying with it lol. Imagine if Mr. M's description of implants where true - you could adjust your bust size by simply going up to your local gas station and using the air hose to inflate your implants. (Okay so it's really hard to NOT laugh while trying to relay this discription in the most appropriate way possible.... ummm wait. Considering the two I was having the conversation with there isn't really an "appropriate" way to relay this.) All I can say is that standing in the middle of the bar, laughing at the mental picture I got of a few people I know trying to adjust their bust size was pretty entertaining and definitely a pick-me-up.
Everyone needs friends with "off-color" senses of humor!
As for just how slow the bar was last night - Ms. D actually talked me into singing karoake. Never mind the fact it's been close to 9+ months since I've sang up there. Made me remember how much I miss it. Oh well, it will make the nights I go after Junior is born that much more fun!
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