Once upon a time, I worked for the Flint Public School System. I was trudging along, working on some mundane task, when I took a break for a good, long stretch. Suddenly, to my dismay, my bra broke! It must have been some huge stretch. Or maybe my bra had seen better days. Anyway, I slipped my trusty stapler into my pocket and headed to the bathroom for some minor surgery.
Today, my bra is just uncomfortable. Why do we even do this to ourselves? I have exactly one comfortable bra, and I'm thinking of doing away with them altogether. Luckily, I have shrunken chesticles (as Michael Scott would say) so I can get away with it.