In the past few weeks, I have about ten subjects that have irked me to anger, but I can't write decently when I'm angry. So, here is a very serious problem I now deal with on a daily basis: 12 Problems Only Busty Girls Have.
As a former ranking member of the IBTC** whose middle school/high school/college/twenties prayers for boobs were all miraculously answered at once after having my second child [in what can only be described as a cruel joke by God], I can attest to having experienced all of these problems firsthand now [with the exception of the suspenders problem]. I hereby publicly apologize to all of my busty friends whom I mocked when they would complain about the "plight" of bustiness. I AM SORRY.
*They need to replace suspenders to swinging a golf club. [Who wears suspenders anyhow beside The Cajun Cook and beings from Ork?]
**IBTC: Itty Bitty Titty Committee
