storm in a (double) D cup

Driving to the show the other night, we go to watch a storm roll in
It was an outdoor gig, so I was wondering how it would turn out

Turns out I needn’t have worried

Up here in the Territory, they don’t give a shit about the rain. They love it

Even with the option of sitting undercover to watch the show, people chose to sit out in the rain.
So we ALL just stood out in it and got saturated

I was all excited with my bad-self about taking out the title in the wet-shirt competition. Uh yeah, there wasn’t ACTUALLY a competition going on.

I was just kind of comparing my rack myself to the other girls there and having an imaginary comp in my head. Which is really the best kind to have. You don’t have to stand on stage and get hosed down and judged like you do when you’re 19 and in Bali and you have the biggest boobs out of all your girlfriends and they sign you up so they can all get free drinks for the week if you win Plus, in my mind, I’m always the winner

But then I met the waitresses at the show. Who were only there moonlighting as waitresses. Because in their DAY JOBS, they’re strippers

So no medal for me this time. I had to settle for 4th place

My imagination’s not THAT good.