A teeny, tiny spring that “sprang” off of a part that a photocopier technician was fixing in our office. Not my boobs, but my cubicle neighbour’s. He was a pretty young guy and turned bright red when we realized where it went. He didn’t even ask for it back, just said, “I’ve got another one here… that’s okay…”
" Melts in your bra, not in your hands !! "
Must be a problem for gals with large breasts… with a B-cup, they don’t even make cleavage unless I strap on a major push-up bra.
A leech. It was a bit itchy, so I got out of the billabong and sprinkled it with salt. It bled a lot, as leech wounds are wont to do.
- YouTube (mostly safe for work)
LOL - boobs and chocolate, does the world get any better? 
I have an anti-cleavage story.
As an AA cup, cleavage is impossible for me, however, I once had a dentist use my chest to rest her tray on. I gave her this baffled, hurt look and she apologized and removed it.
No respect for small ladies. :rolleyes:
Okay, some of you need bibs.
Yes. I’ve found money in there. I’ve at times stuck cash in my bra, much like somebody’s disgusting grandmother, and have forgotten about it. When I remove my bra later, cash falls out. My boobs pay me! Other than, I discovered the back to my earring in my bra one time. That was nice; thought I’d lost it.
A couple months ago, I found a huge earring in my cleavage. We were in the car and I realized my earring was missing. I searched the floor and the seat, but a little while later discovered it between my boobs.
Glitter.
No, no, not like glitter from a body spray, but glitter from kids’ art projects. It weirded me out only because I hadn’t been wearing a low cut shirt the day of the glitter art project nor had there been any memorable incidents, so I’m still not quite sure how it got in there.
Once a needle from a cross-stitch project. I thought I’d dropped it on the floor, somehow it magically fell into my bra and stuck in a bit of decorative lace, instead of stabbing the crap out of me.
Mad respect for small ladies!
Not enough tit to have cleavage, but I thought I’d come in here and live vicariously through other boobs.
Vicarious Cleavage
Band name !!! 
The odd crumb, but it’s not surprised me later really - like has been said before, you feel it right away when you get a crumb down between the ladies and I generally remove it right away.
I do have a butt cleavage story, tho: for one of her birthdays, we took my niece to one of those corn mazes they have around here. They’ve got a huge dried corn kernel pit there (rather like those ball pits in Mickey D’s or whatever, just filled with millions of dried corn kernels). Because no one else would, I went in there with my 5-year-old niece. And got corn kernels down my pants. Had to go to the bathroom to empty myself out; there was a surprising amount in my size 10 jeans. And I was wearing a belt, too!
I was reading the thread and starting to wonder if this only happened to me. Must be something about eating in a somewhat reclined position, since I don’t usually get food crumbs down there. But always popcorn!
One thing you have to remember as far as “don’t you feel foreign objects in there?” is that especially the larger ladies have been desensitizing ourselves to having foreign objects (many of them involving metal bits) strapped to that region day in and day out since we were 12. So on occasion something can fall in there and get subsumed in the underwire inattention zone.
A giant moth. Yes, a moth.
I’d snuck out to the garage, where the washer & dryer were kept, to put on a fresh t-shirt that had been hang-drying. Felt something odd, looked down, and saw the moth there in the space between “me” and the bra-that-didn’t-quite-fit-right. You better believe they both came off faster than I’d ever moved before!
Popcorn, yes. Every single handful handful sends a kernel down my cleavage, somehow.
My husband likes to make popcorn.
I’ve seen ladies pull a lot of things out of their bras. Cash bills, car keys, cell phones, Kleenex, lipstick, breath mints. yikes!
But, not all at one time. 
That was a standard one for my Pitch when he was a wee kitty.
It never used to be a problem because things fell through the gap and I could pull them out from the bottom of my shirt. Then I finally got fitted for a good bra. I have found paperclips, earrings, food crumbs (uncomfortable), coins (tossed in at parties), jailbreaking underwires, and a crayon. No, not all at one time.
I forgot to mention my titmouse. I used to work at RenFest and needed to disguise a very modern push up bra. I tried a flower, but it attacted bees (amongst other things) so I settled on a handmade finger puppet mouse. A couple of drunks asked what kind of mouse? The answer was obvious.