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Originally Posted by katezbox
Remember the song...
Do your boobs hang low,
Do they wobble to and fro,
Can you tie them in a knot,
Can you time them in a bow?
Can you throw them over your shoulder,
Like a continental soldier?
Do yo BOOBS HANGGGGGGG LOOOWOWOWOWWWW?
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Kate, I remember that song very, very well. We used to sing it enthusiastically at Girl Guide Camp. When we were 11. Before we had boobs.
And of course we had no idea what that song meant ... that we would get boobs, and that our boobs would betray us and migrate south, ending up getting caught in our belt loops and under our arms if we sleep on our backs.
On a more positive note, Boomer is overdosing on V8 juice and probably has lost three dress sizes by now. Don't tell Nonie or she'll order a truck load of V8 juice.
