Even though they are big, heavy, and get in the way when I sleep, my breasts on occasion do come in handy.
More than once when removing my bra/engineering miracle, I have heard the sound of something falling to the floor. When I look down to confirm that it wasn't a nipple, I usually discover that a) pocket change, b) a piece of popcorn, or c) something else I thought had disappeared forever had in fact landed inside the safe chasm of my coconuts.
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