Hey they worked for me. I clearly remember using my mom's "enhancer" back in the day. Even before puberty, I used them. I was obsessed with boobs.
I'm sure I've mentioned this somewhere before, but I was raised a good Catholic girl, and as a child, my mom would make me kneel and pray out loud to Jesus. Every night, after thanking Jesus for my mom and dad and even my snotty brothers, and right before I said, "Amen," I'd silently add in my head "And please give me boobs like Barbie."
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ninetydegrees
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on 2010-06-07 12:47 pm (UTC)I'm sure I've mentioned this somewhere before, but I was raised a good Catholic girl, and as a child, my mom would make me kneel and pray out loud to Jesus. Every night, after thanking Jesus for my mom and dad and even my snotty brothers, and right before I said, "Amen," I'd silently add in my head "And please give me boobs like Barbie."
Thank you Jeeesus!