Here is the story, lesser known to most.
That particular night was unusually balmy and humid. In the Factory of Life, the Conveyor Belt whirls gently as it carries millions of to-be-born female human beings to the last stage of their manufacturing.
The Big Guy was sitting astride an uncomfortable tall chair. He was holding a ladle in each hand. He mechanically plunges each ladle into a giant tub of Boobies Material. As each woman passes underneath him on The Conveyor Belt, he pours the content of each ladle onto their chest area. Voila! Breasts!
The Big Guy was hard at work that night. He has about 12,785,660,050 boobies to dish out that day and he is down to his last couple hundreds. If he wants to make it in time for happy hour, he has to work those ladles double time. He was already dreaming of creamy lager and deep fried battered chicken wings.
Meanwhile, The Queen passes underneath him on The Conveyor Belt. Still thinking about beer and chicken wings, he dishes out an extra large dosage of Boobies Materials.
Plop. Plop. Voila! DD cup!
Next, Empress Bao came rolling by.
Plop. Plop. Voila! D Cup.
Maro was next.
Plop. Plop. Voila! C Cup.
The factory clock chimes 7pm. “Crap,” he muttered to himself. “I am going to be late for happy hour.”
The door open and Peter stroll in with a clipboard in hand. He was doing his last round to tally off figures before closing for the day.
The Big Guy: Oi, Peter. What time we going drinking ar?
Peter: See how lor. Maybe in half hour? Eh, have they reported to you what happened at the Gonads Section?
As they chatted away, The Big Guy got distracted.
Peter: Then the machines crashed and balls were rolling all over the place ….
Now passing under The Conveyor Belt is Dailytoe – waiting to be blessed with beautiful female breasts.
The Big Guy: Oh me! No way! And then how?
Peter: And then they tried to collect the balls by using a golf bugee but there were just too many….
Alas, preoccupied in the conversation, The Big Guy forgot to dip his ladles in the tub and as the pair of ladles was held poised and motionless in mid-air, two tiny drops of leftover Boobs Material dripped from the handles of the ladles onto the female form below.
Tooit. Tooit. Oops. A cup.
Next on The Conveyor Belt, comes The Frou.
Peter: By the way, have you heard about the new kid in town?
The Big Guy: Who? Who?
Peter: The name very hard to pronounce lar. "Mo" something...
The Big Guy, completely engrossed, again forgot to dip his ladles. Instead, as he ponders over Peter's question, he subconsciously twirled the ladles in pensive thinking. Two tiny drops of Boobs Material flew off the twirling ladles and landed on the female form below.
Tooooit. Tooooit. GAAAAAKS! A Minus cup!!!
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Fast forward, 30 years later:
The Man: Eh, I think you better stay away from using Mopiko cream near your chest area.
Frou: Why ar?
The Man: Because your ‘mosquito bite swelling’ might go down.
(Frou stabs The Man repeatedly with her fork)
3 comments:
Don't kill the Man! He is your mosquitoe now.
MIU!
*looks admiringly at AA boobs*
Good things come in small packages... *repeats mantra to self*
The Small Toe
CORRECTION, Empress Bao (aka Chairman Bao) is a C cup lah... Anyway, big boobs are nice but they also lead to severe back pains. Fast forward 30 years and Empress Bao is already in physio-therapy for disc-protrusion on lower back.
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