Remember when getting dressed was easy? Throw on a shirt, a skirt or whatever and out the door you go? Then comes the day when age slaps you upside the head and you find your boobs no longer walk proudly into a pretty bra, nononono...now they are stuffed in, arranged, making sure both nipples point the same direction.
Gone are the tight shirts, now you go for loose, they hide the wiggly parts. Yes, you have reached the age where shit sags, wiggles and nothing behaves. Boobs now hang so far south that they are sitting down in Mexico drinking tequila and eating the damned worm. *Chuckles*
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