There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.Pearl S. Buck
psssst....I have 10 :)
That's bizarre. I dreamt about a contraption sorta like this last night but in a black and blush colour. I was so constricted I couldn't get up out of bed to receive visitors and couldn't get myself out of it. Neilochka has a lot to answer for.
There are worse things to dream about. I dream about them too.
I like that one...if only they weren't so damned uncomfortable. I dreamt last night that Oprah was taking money under the table. HUH?
I dreamt about car payments. Well, truck payments anyway. I'd rather dream of bustiers.
you have GOTTA stop putting up pictures like that so early in the morning... my heart cant handle it.
Flutter: you have raised my envy level of you.artful: maybe we were seperated at birth. yea. neil has a LOT to answer for. lets call him. :giggles:Neil: who is wearing them?Kat: i dream about oprah too. a lot. cindy: Stay awake. at least when you are awake you can avoid thinking about it. slyde: oh right. you are SOOO put out. ha.
Just remembered a funny bustier story that involved Slyde. He wasn't wearing one, just so you know. It was a co-worker's sister who we were playing a game of pool with. Very nice.
earl: you should write a book of short stories one day called me and slyde!