boob talk

[eliyes]

I am, as I type this, wearing a blue cotton nightie with spaghetti straps. It has a built in boobshelf thing. It's actually really comfy, and I'm a little upset that I spilled spaghetti sauce on it this evening.

Anyway, like many tank-top-ish things, it has a fatal flaw. Which is why tonight, when I was sprawled on my roommate's futon chatting about Megaman, I would suddenly catch my right boob attempting to slide right out of my nightie.

"No!" I said. "Get back in there!" *tuck*

"I want to break free!" My roommate warbled. (And I responded by singing the beginning of the Generator Gawl opening theme: "I want out!")

Conversation continues a bit, and then I notice that my boob is once more determinedly trying to get a look out the balconey.

"I want to break free!" We warble again. This time I sit up.

"My god. My right boob is Freddie Mercury."

My roommate snickers.

"But what does that make my left boob? It's smaller and quieter and less likely to try to escape."

"Brian May!"



So there you have it. Queen, on my chest.