For the second time this weekend my necklace has unscrewed itself dropping my pentacle pendant to reigons unknown. For the second time I cussed and had a panic before I remebered to check the vast recesses left by my clevage. As luck would have it, there was my pentacle, happy as you please caught between my left breast and the fabric of my bra. I frequently loose earrings, because they get snagged by my long hair, lo and behold they generaly travel down my cleavage to get caught in my bra so I can find them later.
So for this and other useful reasons I have decided to declare my boobs my saviour.
The man on the street corner told me to get saved, NOW! So I have been saved by my own boobs, they are my goddess and shepherd and all that good stuff. I have set on of my mammoth bra’s up so I can worship in effigy. And I think I will set up a paypal account for them so people can donate monies to my Church of the Holy Boobage. And Ladies, you too can set up your boobs for worship also. Maybe we can start our own little flock and stand out on street corners waving bra’s and signs that tell passer by to get saved NOW! They can even repent their sins to our boobs! How does that grab ya?!?!
I’ve seen paintings of Jesus and such, so, until I see some pictures of these so-called “goddesses,” I’m going to have some problem believing in them. . .
Hmmm, I would have to think about what the sacrements would be, though I think if men would like to join our Holy Order. (The Sisters of the Masssive Boobage) They would have to wear bra’s on their heads, big bras. Those only fit for a goddess.
Come come now, danceswithcats, hymn number 36 DD is only a training hymn, such as acolytes would sing. The orginal bra of the Savour boobs is 42 DDD so that is the number of the sacred hymn.
All together now, Everyone!!!
Aquapura, I’m in. Sing it, Sister of the Massive Boobage.
Mine have also rescued vast quantities of precious jewelry and a few stray cats[sub]looking for crumbs[/sub], as well. I place my boobage on the altar to be worshipped in the manner to which they would like to be accustomed. Or is it costumed. Yes, I could dress them up a bit, I suppose. Any suggestions out there?
We’ll gladly take the lead on Hymn 38DD. Sing it, girls. (o) (o)
I don’t think you’ll have too much trouble finding men to join your sect. We all worship boobs! And if we have to, we’ll wear a bra on our heads to do it!
The BOOBS are my saviour; I shall not want. They maketh me want to snuggle up in soft cleavage: they leadeth me anywhere. They restoreth my soul and maketh my naughty bits feeleth funny. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of the bra, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me and my staff is there for you. Thou wearest a wet cotton t-shirt: thou anointest thine boobs with oil; thy tube top runneth over. Surely much more of this and I shall soileth my lioncloth. Breasts shall be on my mind all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the BOOBS for ever. Amen.
