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Hurr, hurr, boobs.
January 10th, 2010 10:26 amSince ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ursulav is going on about 'em again, and I recently made a trip to VS myself, I thought I'd explain for the guys how a bra-fitting works.
This is what happens after they whisk your lady friend off to the dressing room...
First, they measure around the rib cage.
Secondly, they measure around the bust.
Thirdly, the supplicant sacrifices a chicken using a silver knife with a hilt bound in satin, and the attendant reads the entrails.
Clothes removal is unnecessary -- the dressing room is just a matter of protecting the squeamish from the sight of the chicken.
Incidentally, while at VS I tried on a bra that gave ME cleavage -- it must have been pulling fat from my butt. Turns out, cleavage is really distracting.
No, I did not buy it. I prefer my undergarments without inter-dimensional portals to the Land of Excess Breast Tissue.
ursulav is going on about 'em again, and I recently made a trip to VS myself, I thought I'd explain for the guys how a bra-fitting works.This is what happens after they whisk your lady friend off to the dressing room...
First, they measure around the rib cage.
Secondly, they measure around the bust.
Thirdly, the supplicant sacrifices a chicken using a silver knife with a hilt bound in satin, and the attendant reads the entrails.
Clothes removal is unnecessary -- the dressing room is just a matter of protecting the squeamish from the sight of the chicken.
Incidentally, while at VS I tried on a bra that gave ME cleavage -- it must have been pulling fat from my butt. Turns out, cleavage is really distracting.
No, I did not buy it. I prefer my undergarments without inter-dimensional portals to the Land of Excess Breast Tissue.
