SmithWife and I attended the birthday party of one of my daughter’s playmates this past Sunday. One of the other mothers there was sporting boobs that would make any stripper proud. Thing is, she didn’t have 'em last time we saw her. I’m guessing her husband, a lawyer, had a good year and wanted to celebrate. That got me thinking about fake boobs, which wasn’t much of a stretch since I was already thinking about real boobs (I mean, what man isn’t, right?).
My dear old auntie Mable had a boob job - she was a stripper in Boston’s notorious Combat Zone during the height of combat - the swinging 60s. It’s disconcerting to see her, now in her 60s herself, with stand-up strippertits. She bears them proudly, though (in a manner of speaking). Anyways.
Got any stories about fake boobs? How about stories about your crazy family?