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Originally Posted by Ziya
And according to hollywood, as long as your areola (the dark part) is covered your boob is NOT exposed LMAO Ohh story time! tell me what happened pleasssssseee!!
I was trying to add the Team boobs pic..:S
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My apologies for delaying story time. I was building suspense
... except that, in reality, I realised I had to be up in six hours so I went to bed.
Once upon a time on a cold, wintry night in Montreal, there were 5 girls. These girls went together to the grocery store at random just before close to get some foodstuffs to munch on. There, they spied a coconut, and decided it would be a brilliant idea to buy one. That is, until they got back to residence and realised they needed to
open the sucker.
We tried knives, a small hammer, banging it on a counter, everything we had in our rooms. We used a corkscrew to drill in through one of the little circles to drain out the milk. Finally, someone wondered, "Would the front desk have anything helpful?" - as we had a front desk with someone behind it 24/7. I brightly said, "Maybe they have a sledgehammer!" My friend Pamela proceeded to look at me as though I was absolutely nuts. "Samantha," she said, "if
you want to ask the front desk for a sledge hammer, you can go right ahead. I'm certainly not going to."
"Okay!" I exclaimed, and took off running toward the stairwell. I ran down five flights of stairs to the lobby with my four friends following me (and coconut in tow). I trot over to the front desk where a little old French man is settled in for the backshift. "Hi! Do you have a sledgehammer?"
He eyed my grin with surprise and paused as he looked around. "Well... I don't have a sledgehammer, but I do have this." He at that point pulls out the most
massive regular hammer I've ever seen. "Will this work?"
"Yes!!!!"
"What do you need it for, anyway?"
"We just want to open a coconut. It'll just take a moment, thanks!" I take the hammer leaving the man looking confused and my friends and I proceed outdoors. Now, as you should recall, this is a winter night in Montreal. Bloody cold and wet. The building's front step is made of cement. I was in t-shirt, jeans and bare feet. It is like this that I stood outside with my similarly-attired friends as we pounded on the coconut until, finally, it cracked open. We all screamed with joy and probably confused nearby people.
Returning inside, I return the hammer to the man at the desk with a triumphant smile and thank him. We offer him a piece of coconut - which he accepts - and we head back upstairs to my friend's room to settle in with our snack.
As my friend offers me the coconut, I say, "No thanks, I really hate coconut."
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Originally Posted by coachkitten
Amen! I wish that I could go braless for a day but if I did I might seriously hurt myself or others.
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I'm with you there! Yeesh. *shudders*
Oh, and as a follow up - my friend kept the empty coconut shell half that was in tact and filled it with run off wax from her candles she burnt. She poured in the end of an orange candle, and then filled the rest with pink over time. When she popped it out because the coconut shell was full, it looked like a boob, which my friend Claire proceeded to claim as a paperweight.
The end.