About a bra.

So for some time now, I have been (against my better judgement) enduring the pains of a target bra. This might not be so bad aside for the fact I have gigantic F'ing BOOBS. Every girl knows that the only good bra is a vicky's bra, and if you weasle your way out of it for some 12 dollars playtex shit, your going to suffer, and i have been. The breaking point came about three days ago, for a year or so now, I have been grown out of my bra. My tits are like sea monkeys, drop water on them and they expand like all hell. Well my boobs were hanging out all over, the top the bottom the sides, it was like trying to restuff a potato, NOT GONNA HAPPEN. and then the other day, the fucking wire popped out, oh yes, all girls will know this joyous time. your just trotting along and BAM you get a 9 inch fucking wire jammed in the side of your boob. Its always fun getting impaled while filling your gas tank. So standing at pump 9, in 9 degree weather, I ripped my bra off and threw it at the garbage can, I proceded to yell at it. I have this problem trying to get even with inanimate objects, as if getting the last word in will really piss them off. Anyway, I tell the bra, to "eat shit" and "have fun in the fucking garbage " and then I notice some truck driver laughing at me, well he was either laughing at me or staring at my giant now sagging tits.So I Head off to Vicky's, I was measured and to my joy, found out I was about 10 sizes off. nice. she politely mentioned that they only had 4 bra's in the ENTIRE STORE that would fit me. Well needless to say I purchased one and now I am standing proud..............
and really busting out of this wife beater