Having Big Hooters Result In Meeting Big Idiots Part I...

I have big boobs...or you could call them Big Bazooms, Big Betty Boops, Big Bombshells, Big Bulbs, Big Cha-Chas, Big Ear Muffs, Big Gazingas, Big Honkers, Big Hooters, Big Jugs, Big Mammies, Big Nippers, Big Peaches, Big Scoops, Big Snuggle Puppies, Big Sweater Taters, Big Tatas, Big TidBits, Big Zeppelins...You get the picture. (Can you tell I've heard it all?) Anyways, I know I have big boobs. I know this without you bringing it up to me in a "clever" email or when I'm out and about with friends for a drink, believe it or not, I know this because I have been in this body of mine for twenty-four years. I know what you're thinking..."Don't wear v-neck tops or tank tops and it won't happen." But, here's a little secret...boobs look even bigger in turtle necks and t-shirts. I've learned this and it's pretty much a scientific known fact to girls with big knockers. I guess God really out did himself when I prayed at the age of 11 years old to have a chest one day.

I did, I prayed to God before I went to sleep to have something that would fill out a pretty lacy bra I had seen at a department store...among the other regular stuff I prayed for like my family, a pony, and for AC Slater to come to my middle school dance and kiss me. So, I was a tall, flat chested, freckled face girl who didn't get these boobs till the summer before college and it's been annoying ever since then. Not annoying, because I'm not gonna lie they are a nice accessory to have sometimes, but they're more like a distraction to others.

Now, I'm not saying my tits are like Pam Anderson's by any means, they're not that big or famous. But, they're big enough that 89% of the men I come in contact with hardly ever look me in my hazel eyes or could even tell you what color eyes I actually have...it can get super annoying.

So, when being in this position or having this power with toting these babies, people assume you are a certain way, to put it bluntly...a slutty slut slut.

I'm not really sure how having big boobs and being a slut go hand in hand, like peanut butter and jelly, but it does. If you don't believe me, take one look at my facebook page and read what some of the listeners of the radio station put...they assume that since I have big breasts it will result in me automatically opening up my legs for them, regardless if I know their middle name.

I'm not going to go into my sexual history on here and give you my "number." But, if you asked me flat out, I wouldn't lie to you. I'm extremely picky on who I sleep with and am very proud of that. Those that know me, know how picky I am with the heels I put on my feet, let alone who I let into Hottoland.

However, like I said before, a lot of people don't know that. Which leads me to talk about my former co-worker, Seth.

(to be continued)