Ok, so I know this is technically NSFW and should go on my other blog, but a lot of ladies on my main account ask me about where I buy my bras, so I figured I’d show off my new underwear I got from… wait for it… WALMART of all places! I know, I can’t believe it either. Well, I can, because I’m pretty sure my best friend would say, “Cierra, why are you buying that, that’s grandma lace,” but I can justify the grandma lace by saying this:
If you take off your clothes in front of your man, do you think he’ll say either, “Ew, girl, why are you wearing grandma’s doilies for underwear,” or “Wow, I can kinda see your nipples through that… I like it!”
If he says the former, you may not want to be dating him, because you may be the wrong gender for his preferences.
Anyways, I got two sets (one in pink and one in black) for $20 a piece from Walmart. They’re not the kind of bra you’d want to wear under a cotton t-shirt because the lace is too textured, but under a stiffer fabric this would really be awesome. Not to mention, this super textured lace is like foreplay for your nipples. You’ll be ready to cut some glass in no time.
The other thing I wanted to brag about: this says it’s a 40D. Now, Walmart being the cheap place it is, the sizing is just terribly wrong. But I really like the idea that I’m wearing a bra with a tag that says I fit into a D-cup. Yeah, fucking awesome, first time in my life.
Have I rambled about this bra and underwear set enough yet?
Oh no, I forgot to mention that my ass looks fantastic. Awesome!
Boar’s Head deli-style dill pickles are the best pickles ever.
Too bad all I have are Walmart Brand.
Charley, a new retiree-greeter at Wal-Mart, just couldn’t seem to get to work on time. Every day he was 5, 10, 15 minutes late. But he was a good worker, really tidy, clean-shaven, sharp-minded and a real credit to the company and obviously demonstrating their “Older Person Friendly” policies. One day the boss called him into the office for a talk. “Charley, I have to tell you, I like your work ethic, you do a bang-up job when you finally get here; but your being late so often is quite bothersome.” “Yes, I know boss, and I am working on it.” “Well good, you are a team player. That’s what I like to hear.” “Yes sir, I understand your concern and I’ll try harder.” Seeming puzzled, the manager went on to comment, “It’s odd though you’re coming in late. I know you’re retired from the Armed Forces. What did they say to you there if you showed up in the morning so late and so often?” The old man looked down at the floor, then smiled. He chuckled quietly, then said with a grin, “They usually saluted and said, ‘Good morning, Admiral, can I get your coffee, sir?’”
This made me chuckle.
awwwww
