how many times have you been standing in the checkout line at walmart, or hanging down at the 7-11, or chillin’ at the neighborhood YMCA pool, minding your own business, and suddenly you’re face to face boob with something like this:
sadly, this phenomenon isn’t solely confined to the small segment of the population i affectionately like to refer to as white trash. there seems to be some sort of minor epidemic going on. how else can you explain this?
“so leigh, isn’t that why we have bras,” you ask, “to prevent this sort of shit?”
yes, gentle reader. bras are made for this very reason. however, simply wearing a bra isn’t enough. wearing the right bra is what counts.
so, because i’m sick of seeing women treat their girls so unkindly, and in the interest of helping all those who are deficient in brawledge, i present a gallery of bra don’ts.
in which case, there’s always the bro.