Christmas, Cleavage, and Whine

These last two days have been insane. Yesterday we had our Christmas party at work. I got all done up. (Having two gay brothers teaches you not to go out in public looking like who done it) I curled my hair and pulled it up. Then I wore my super sexy flowing black shirt. First I feel I need to tell you that the official size of my breast (according to Victoria's Secret) is 36DD. So regardless cleavage is going to flow no matter what I wear. Now it doesn't help that my philosophy is that you are never showing enough cleavage, except if your nipples are showing. Well, my shirt definitely displayed my bounty, but it can't be whore like because I was wearing jeans and not hot pants. The shady faggot was there with his fag hag. He was dressed like a dollar store pimp in his potato sack jacket and hat. His fag hag was also showing cleavage, but hers came from her protruding side fat and not her breast. Why he let her go out in public like this is beyond me, but lets just say he lost fairy points. Anyway they had the audacity to comment about my "revealing clothes". They didn't say it to my face they just kind of muttered it behind my back. My friend Daze (who is sadly just a B cup) told me to cover those things up. Then she felt my breast, which was weird because usually only women that have the mushroom hair feel me up. My hubby Crow looked a little uneasy as this woman was pulling my top up and attempting to push my breast down. I told her loud enough for all to hear that she wasn't going to be able to cover up my flotation devices, but I did appreciate the foe lesbian pat down. Needless to say the shady faggot left soon after that. Then I won a prize a frozen turkey. That's right folks my Christmas gift from the barrel is sticking my hand up a dead birds butt!! You gotta love the holidays.
And onto the whine. Today we had a "servers meeting" which actually means that the management staff complains about us and we bark back at them that they are lazy bottom feeders. Oh yes good times. Today was my day off, but I had to get up at the crack of dawn (8 am) to attend this meeting. I went in guns blazing and ready to have my managers bend over and have the truth shoved right up their asses. Unfortunately they agreed with everything I said! I hate when people give up so easy. I save all this adrenalin to lay down a good ass kicking and they just roll over and reveal their jugular. I am not above still attacking them in their weak moment, all I am saying is it takes the fun out of things.
So this has been my last two days. Buffy and Tuffy are safely placed back in the proper shirt sans cleavage. The shady faggot has returned to smiling in my face, and I have purchased plastic gloves for my Christmas dinners rectal exam. All in all I can say these last two days weren't bad at all.