I can’t believe all the heathens out there who aren’t supporting ‘National No Bra Day’, today. I mean how can you wear a bra on a day like today?
By heathens, I do mean sheilas as most men are braless every day. If ever there was a day when one should be supporting such a great cause then October 13th is the day.
I’ve actually been outside in public a fair bit today to check who are the strong supporters by not donning the very thing that supports a woman’s tits; a bra.
My first wife Marjana has been calling me a pervert for many years and you know what, maybe she’s onto something. But fuck man, it ain’t all about me checking out tits, nips and the odd areola and shit ya know…
By not wearing a bra today all you sheilas would in actual fact be raising awareness about breast cancer and what do we know about cancer? Cancer’s a cunt, whether it’s bowel cancer like my first wife has, breast cancer, prostate cancer, testicular cancer or any other cancer for that matter.
Okay, maybe not every cancer because if ya born between June 20 and July 22 or there abouts then ya probably thinking Cancer the Crab star sign is a good cancer. I ain’t ever married one so not sure what the spouses of a Cancer Crab reckon though.
I was going to post some nip slips from the ol’ girl and a cool little vid clip I took of her wiping a table when braless but she gave me a look and said in not quite these words but I translated them to mean ‘Don’t you dare even think about it you perverted sick fuck and if you do I’ll chop ’em off and you’ll never get to appreciate them again.’
So not wanting to take any chances, I’m posting a pic of one of my baby lemons that started to grow really well and now looks sick as fuck; not to dissimilar to a nice young tit going sour with breast cancer I suppose.
But anyway the day ain’t over, so I may yet head out for another walk to see if my faith in humanity is restored by seeing heaps of sheilas not wearing bras.
I’ll even take my first wife along because four eyes is better than two, I reckon.
For all you men out there, be you husbands, boyfriends, one night stand dudes or even if you’re a sheila whose into chicks then grab a tit, both of em in fact and if you do so gently enough you may just notice a little lump that’s not supposed to be there… not talking about a lump in the form of an erect nipple from the fondling either but sometimes good does come from bad.
As much as that would suck to find a cancerous lump, it’s worth identifying it earlier so it can be taken care of.
Play nice though boys and girls and for fucks sake don’t go grabbing just any sheila’s tit or having a little play if the sheila whose tit the body is attached to don’t want you to do it. Yeah, nah don’t do that, man.
It looks like this little ‘recovering sick sheila update’ is a bit different to others but still very relevant in a way, I guess… I think… maybe…?
But I’d better give a little update on my first wife’s situation because I wrote most of the last blog but sat on it a few days and by the time I was ready to post it, things had changed but…
After last Wednesday’s chemo session Marjana was fine.
She was also fine with her little chemo bottle thing attached for the next couple of days shooting in the juice right through till Friday when we returned to hospital for them to remove it.
She wasn’t real flash though when she woke up Saturday and was even more fucked Sunday and worse again on Monday.
She started to come good Monday evening and it’s nice to see life in her eyes again today.
I won’t go into specifics but her not feeling real good wasn’t anything to do with erect nipples, the surrounding areolas or the lovely little jiggle that happens underneath a top when a bra isn’t worn. It was more-so chemo related and the flow on effects of it.
Actually, to be honest I don’t even know if this No Bra Day thing is an Aussie thing, an American thing or an international thing but for any non believers out there I did find this on Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No_Bra_Day.
We all know people who have or have had cancer and some of us have lost loved ones to this cunt of a disease. My first ever cancer loss was a massive one when my nana Eva Hedley died. In the end she had a few cancers but the first one she got was breast cancer and I remember it like it was yesterday. She was a beautiful person I still miss today, as do many other family members and friends.
Fuck you cancer!
I started to put links for anyone wanting to donate to cancer groups but don’t want to choose one over the other and I ain’t no expert so anyone who may want to donate, just google it.
To finish on a positive note though , my first wife may have bowel cancer but she ain’t got breast cancer or even testicular cancer for that matter. Right now, we’ll take what we can get so, fuck yeah!
Now I’m the first to admit I ain’t a breast cancer expert but personally, I do reckon all sheilas should support this great cause every single day of the year.
Disclaimer: no tits were harmed in the writing of this blog.
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