A tale of two titties!

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Today I had to set off for work a little earlier than usual, and believe me, I am not a morning person. It takes a lot of time to look as presentable as I do. All those magazine types who spout about effortless beauty have clearly never had to do their own hair and make up! As a result, I was later leaving the house than I should have been, no time even for a shot of coffee, which is never a good thing.

After locking my door I turned around to find a man wearing a trench coat and trilby leaning on my fence. Now that’s not something you see everyday, considering we are no longer in the 1940’s. What was more alarming however was the fact that there was a rather large and expensive camera hanging from his neck, sporting a zoom lens.

Man: Good morning Miss. You have Great Tits.

Pardon me

Man: You have Great Tits.

Dude!!!! WTF?? (I have been watching way to many american TV shows)

My hands at this point moved protectively over my girlie bits as I shot him a look that would wither stone.

Man: In your garden. You have Great Tits in your garden.

You have to remember, that at this stage I was still suffering from morning brain. It takes a little while for all the synapses to start firing, even longer when they have not had an injection of caffeine.  So I’m standing there wracking my brains trying to think of the last time I had my baps out in the back garden and there is not one time that I can recall, unless we’re referring to a different kind of bap and there was a burger between them.

Man: Would you mind if I took a picture?

Of my Great Tits? Don’t you think that’s a little cheeky?

Man: Well it is rare to see such amazing specimens.

This is getting a little ridiculous now, I mean who does this man think he is.

Where or how the feck did you see them?

Man: On the table.

The table….you saw my tits on the table, are you off your head. 

Man: Yes, I saw them on the table, the bird table.

You saw my tits on the…wait, what, the…ohhhh….the…bird…table. 

Suddenly as if the sun had come out I was finally able to see where he was pointing, and sure enough it was at the bird table on which two little feathered things were sitting.

Ohhhh, you mean those ti……..birds? Yes take as many pictures as you like. 

Heaving a sigh of relief I finally lowered my hands.

The moral of this story….always leave enough time to have a cup of coffee, unless that is, you want to make a Great Tit of yourself!

18 thoughts on “A tale of two titties!

    • I should have told him I was called Jolene and that Baby I’m burnin’ and he’ll have to work 9 to 5 if he wants to be the island in my stream! If you catch my drift :)

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  1. What an intriguing artificial/fictional life. :D Or, is this one of the rare closer to home moments? I can tell I am not in Kansas anymore with references to “burgers” and “back gardens.” I can’t tell if I am horny or hungry:P Ba-dum-ching!

    Once he said “garden,” I would have guessed he meant birds or some kind of flower. Though, I wouldn’t know a tit from a swallow if I didn’t have a picture.

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    • Why thank you kind Sir. You do realise it’s not polite for a man to discuss a lady’s garden, let alone her tits, so to ask for a photograph was outright sacrilege.
      It’s not close to home sadly, could not be further from the boring one. I am living the life she wanted lol

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