My bra, my business!

Now what is it with all of the weird, annoying little people who seem to be under the ridiculous delusion that bras were only ever designed for keeping one's breasticles nice and tidily stashed away and out of mischief? Silly, silly people who really do get on my tits (pun every bit intended). If *I* wish to wander around the supermarket, sashaying along in perfect synchronisation to the melodic sounds of the delicious Buble' singing in my ear via my I-Pod then I shall bloody well place afore-mentioned I-Pod wherever I damn well please.

I mean for goodness sake..where BETTER to place it safely than in my almost tailor-made little boob pocket, which has easy slide-in access and has just enough room to enable a snug fit withouth squashing Mr Buble to the point where he may no longer be able to sing to me? Jeez, it's even close to my ears (well compared to my ass it is...drink water...move on...) so there is less propensity for wires to become entangled with the resulting yanking from my ear of the yummy Canadian while he is mid-serenade. What DOESN'T make sense about that?

Now, it is NOT my fault if each song that I listen to requires a different level of volume in order to be able to fully appreciate its beauty and so bloody what if that means foraging into my bra and fiddling with the volume button? Yeah, I could take the I-Pod out and do this in clear view of the nosey little gits who think it is somehow THEIR business what it is I am tweaking in there but where would be the fun in that? What would all of the little pervy people have to keep them from terminal boredom while they decide whether they would like to purchase large sausages or small sausages to accompany their meals this evening (I suspect small sausages for most of them) if they couldn't watch me in fascinated curiosity as I fiddle a bit, then smile and carrying on walking in my wonderfully rhythmic fashion (left together, right together...left together right together.."Here comes the bride...")? 

FYI people of the world who think that the shenanigans that go on inside the privacy of my bra are somehow of any concern of yours...I shall use my boob bag to store whatever I find it convenient to store at that moment in time. So sod off you plonkers and do NOT be surprised if I am there next Sunday fishing squirrels out of my bra and feeding them nuts. Hopefully they will not be your nuts. Although I suspect that they may be :)