Braless
J: “So, I think I lost my favorite bra.”
V: “Really? How’d that happen?”
J: “No idea. But I can’t find it anywhere.”
V: “Some pervert probably stole it from your laundry basket.”
J: “Ew. You think so?”
V: “Totally. That’s exactly what happened.”
J: “Wait a minute… so the possibility never even occurred to you that I might have left it at someone’s house after a wild, erotic tryst?”
[dramatic pause]
V: “Are you suggesting that’s a possibility?”
[thoughtful pause]
J: “Some perv stole it.”
Filed under: Uncategorized on September 10th, 2006
September 11th, 2006 at 12:34 am
It’s not that big of a deal, Jenny – just call Brandon and ask him to return it.
September 11th, 2006 at 1:03 am
I lost my favorite bra for a week. Turns out, it was in my gym bag. That’s what I get for working out.
September 11th, 2006 at 1:11 am
Could always be worse… some perv could be WEARING it right now!
September 11th, 2006 at 7:23 am
um, actually, i have it. and i ain’t givin’ it back.
September 11th, 2006 at 7:28 am
Does this mean we’ll get an updated, “liberated” version of your animated characature soon?
September 11th, 2006 at 9:20 am
Jess: Uh, yeah. I’ve met Brandon’s wife, and she’s a 6ft tall modelesque former athlete from Transylvania. If I know what’s good for me, the only thing I’ll be leaving at their house is a sacrificial goat.
Pants: Yeah, that working out causes nothing but pain and heartache.
Dave2: [cue Psycho music] Eee! Eee! Eee!
kat: Wait… you have it? But when… How did…? Oh, god – it’s all coming back to me now! Call me.
Mike: That’s already available on the Run Jen Run After Dark site. Didn’t I give you the password?
September 11th, 2006 at 9:52 am
Sorry – I should have clarified – I didn’t mean to insinuate that you may have left it at Brandon’s house….I was identifying him as the “perv” who stole it. Okay, so logistically it doesn’t make sense that he would have access to your laundry basket but I’m willing to bet he could find a way….let’s face it, he’s THAT sick.
September 11th, 2006 at 9:58 am
Sorry, I thought it was a gift.
September 11th, 2006 at 10:15 am
how can i beat karl’s comment? ha!
i think you need to get yourself one of those trysts. they sound like fun!
September 11th, 2006 at 3:00 pm
Confess: you sold it on eBay as one formerly worn by Tyra, didn’t you?! Well listen up a minute young lady — just because you and she are identically proportioned, doesn’t give you license to auction off your delicates. I’m really quite ashamed of you, Jenny.
September 12th, 2006 at 7:06 am
Jess: Oh, well then that I would believe.
Karl: No, the macramé owl I made you was a gift. The bra was an oversight.
Sizzle: Don’t they, though?
shari: Oh, come on – Tyra is way bigger than me. Her forehead, I mean. The rest of us is identical, though.
September 12th, 2006 at 1:00 pm
How do you know it didn’t run away itself?
September 12th, 2006 at 4:08 pm
Yep, I totally know the feeling. I had to wear a g-string during the holidays once. It wasn’t much fun, but when you undercook a turkey, someone must entertain the masses.
September 12th, 2006 at 8:47 pm
Maybe the bra was left at Hogs and Heifers. You know, that bar in NYC…
September 13th, 2006 at 11:22 am
Wow, I’ve been missing a rowdy party over here.
September 13th, 2006 at 12:06 pm
Dear Jenny,
It’s likely the ass who stole your fuses.
Love,
Vivian
September 13th, 2006 at 2:33 pm
I’m with Viv on this one (and no I’m not sucking up to her because she’s blonde and gorgeous – that was what the poetry reading was for), anyone who is depraved enough to jack fuses probably can’t get a date…hence the missing under garmnet.
September 14th, 2006 at 11:05 am
Jenny, as you bear this sad loss, I offer my hand in full support.
September 14th, 2006 at 3:19 pm
When I (or a tryst partner) is missing a bra, it’s frequently found on my cat’s head. Apparently her head is a perfect C-cup. Have you checked with Maddox and Zahara? This could be revenge for the butter episode.
September 15th, 2006 at 9:27 am
I am not sure why, but this absolutely cracked me up.
September 15th, 2006 at 11:50 am
Neil: Well, the sight of my bosom has been known to make people run away before.
Egan: I can’t get that image out of my head now. And I don’t want to…
THB: I can only hope it ends up with the likes of Julia Roberts and Tara Reid’s bras.
Jill: That’s what happens when we go unsupervised for long periods of time!
Viv: You’re soooo right!
Dustin: Ooh, when I catch this fuse-stealing, bra-snatching perv…
Peef: HA! But… only one hand?
Cheryl: Now that you mention it, I did notice that they were both wearing yarmulkes and walking side by side at all times, but I thought maybe they had converted.
Hyperion: I’m not sure why, either. This is a serious crime, and no laughing matter!
September 15th, 2006 at 6:29 pm
I’m wearing your bra right now. You probably don’t want to know how, though. Or where.
September 20th, 2006 at 12:53 pm
Neat blog. One of best I’ve seen. Quirky. Intriguing. Fun. I do hope you find it if only so you will know.
Roger
September 20th, 2006 at 9:39 pm
Michael: I’m afraid the only way I’ll know it’s mine is if you send me a photo. 8 x 10. Glossy. Quickly.
Roger: Thanks! Still haven’t solved the mystery, so I had to go out and buy a replacement!