I wonder if I could sell a buttload of t-shirts which parody the regular “Abercrombie & Fitch” shirts but say, instead, “Abercrombie & Felch”?
Does she live in Santa Monica? If so, I think I may have seen her. Cracked me the hell up. 
And I know it’s wrong, so very wrong, but with the holidays coming up and all, I kinda want to get the shirt in the OP for an ex of mine…
Amen to that…And I might add, as a C cup girl (but recovering postpartum, breastfeeding mom, now D-E cup :eek: ), that my humungous boobies did nothing at all to help me figure out my computer glitch this morning. My flat chested neighbor came over and solved the problem in 2 seconds flat…
Maybe I need the T shirt??
Okay, that’s it. I am buying that shirt.
I have this shirt- I bought it to wear out to lunch with my ex bf
Also, I the shirt referenced in the OP would be HILARIOUS on, oh say, a rocket scientist.
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And, as another D cup girl, D cup isn’t that big. I’ve never found myself saying, “Dear God! I cannot play tennis/under water basket weave/ cure cancer because of my gianormous rack!”. I’ve never thought of getting a breast reduction (my mother, with her J cup boobage who can barely stand up straight needs one) because I’ve found that doing some extra back work outs help any soreness I might get (which is rare). In the grand scheme of things, D cup isn’t that big (for instance, we can still buy bras in regular stores).
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You know, I will never understand this.
I have G cup boobs. Yes. I am a 36G. I have a 9 to 9.5" difference between chest and bust. I don’t understand all this bitching from people about their boobs. I know that everyone is different, but cripes.
Having a huge chest isn’t some ginormous* burden. My back doesn’t hurt; I sit properly and don’t slouch. I wear pretty and supportive bras (that take me a lot of effort to find, trust me). I have an Enell sports bra and can run in it. Even if I’m just out and have to run a bit, all I have to do is throw an arm over my chest to hold 'em down. It looks silly, but it works.
I’m sorry if I piss anyone off with this, but I hate when an offhand mention about a body part means everyone comes in and discusses how their said body part is the worst possible thing in the world.**
- Well, other than in one ginormous sense
** Yes, hyperbole.
my friend’s husband got her a shirt that says “Who needs boobs when you have an ass like this?” or something like that, and she got him pants that say “I farted.” Now that’s what I call love.
I don’t understand. Are A+F forcing people to wear these shirts?
:rolleyes: Aberzombie? I think the “I’m superior because I don’t wear A&F” people are more tiresome and ridiculous than the “I wear expensive trendy clothing” people.
A&F seems to have changed a little since the Old Man bought his field gear there before going to North Africa in 1942. Don’t they sell boots and canvas shirts and fishing rods any more?
It’s a (semi) free market, females who have such assets may be able to get away w/ certain things that others who don’t have those assets don’t. It’s not fair, but then again life is not fair - and there is not a darn thing you can do about it.
I gotta say, as far as breast-related shirts go, I find this one much funnier.
As a guy, I can see an upside to stupid girls with large chests outing themselves in this manner.
I’m not offended. You can like my boobs. [sub]I kid, I kid.[/sub]
I don’t like mine. I won’t bash anyone with my size or larger, or smaller. I just don’t like mine. They are not pointing in the direction I’d like them to point, they feel heavy and weight me down, I have horrific posture that the doctor attributed to having large breasts, but I’m not saying it’s everyone’s reason. Maybe it’s my spine that’s shite, not my boobs?
One of my old co-workers is a lady with a set of Gs. She has a helluva time finding bras, too. However, she loves hers and is proud of them. She’s also very short… I am pretty tall - I wonder if that’s a factor? Just speculation, I’m pulling it out of my ass, admittedly.
I apologise if my dislike of my own bodyparts upsets you (that sounds sarcastic, but it’s not meant to be). I just wanted our A cup friend to know that there’s a downside to everything, and she’s not alone - small boobs are just as wonderful as big boobs.
And I’ve said boobs so much it’s starting to sound as funny as it did when I was five years old. Boobs boobs boobs!
Years ago I went to the Dirty Underwear Store in Georgetown, very expensive, but the staff was fun. They had slave collars with the words ‘Bitch’ and ‘Slut’ spelled out in studs.
You know, it would be almost worth buying them, and a pair of dogs to wear them. The salesgirls thought it would be a good idea.
I think “wiggle” is probably more accurate.
Hey, don’t be sad. It’s the woman that’s sexy, it’s the woman that’s beautiful, it’s the woman that’s attractive, not the breast size.
I laughed heartily at this sentiment, which earned a dirty look from Oscar the cat, and Mr. Clawbane. The kitten has been a bit under the weather lately, so “the” vet visit had been postponed. He’s gotten a little aggressive and we can tell that spraying is imminent. He’s not sure what they are for still, but he’s got the angsty teen behaviors. Time for a vet visit.
Are you sure you’re really a D cup? Like you, I’m tall and wear a D-cup bra. However, my boobs don’t look huge and I never have back problems. Unless you’re one of those wispy types, being tall is probably going to mean you have a large frame, and that your breasts aren’t going to, er, “stand out” as much as a petite woman who wears a D cup. You might want to look into being resized at a high quality lingerie store. Most women don’t wear the right size bra. Until I was sized about a year ago, I wore an ill-fitting B-cup.
I second this idea. As I said, I’m a D Cup (and a short D cup at that-- 5’3) and I never have back problems. I’m not in exceptionally good shape either, so it isn’t that.
Buttload. Felch.
Heh.