13 May 14
Originally posted by darvlayMy breasts are more like mediumly sumptuous.
I had a meeting with the Itty-Bitty-Titty-Committee last night and they espoused my opinion that you were being whiny about your large heavenly sumptuous breasts and that you should be thankful, not envious.
And I NEVER stare at nursing mothers. In the eye, anyway. That would be weird.
13 May 14
Originally posted by SunburntMy wife breastfeeds (in public) with the grace, elegance and modesty of Lady Diana. She doesn't clumsily whip out her mams and start juggling them everywhere in a fit of anxiety drawing stares of every creep on the street. Baby is hungry, one swift move and baby is feeding. I can picture you now, in the parking lot of McDonald's, all four feet of you, a twin under each arm, sweating profusely onto the neck of the stained t-shirt you've worn for three days straight, one tit hanging out of it while the other is barely being harnessed, swearing like a Maine bootlegger.
I think you're jealous because my bewbs are bigger than yours. And your wife's. TAKE THAT!~
13 May 14
Originally posted by darvlayPretty much.
My wife breastfeeds (in public) with the grace, elegance and modesty of Lady Diana. She doesn't clumsily whip out her mams and start juggling them everywhere in a fit of anxiety drawing stares of every creep on the street. Baby is hungry, one swift move and baby is feeding. I can picture you now, in the parking lot of McDonald's, all four feet of you, a t ...[text shortened]... t hanging out of it while the other is barely being harnessed, swearing like a Maine bootlegger.
The problem here is that my boobs grew to the size of my head and having three heads and two babies attached is decidedly non-Lady-Diana-esque. I remember being in Macy's and not really being able to control where boob #1 went, nearly suffocating my child.
So you see, there is way more to be concerned with here than ogling, creepy men. I deserve a medal.