Tuesday, August 07, 2007

More music blogging..

I just accidentally turned up the volume on my ipod with my right breast. My first thought was, ‘I have to blog this’.

Explanatory note: no pockets mean lateral thinking. A bra is a pocket of sorts…

12 comments:

colonel eggroll said...

Lol. That's pretty impressive!

Everytime something weird or funny happens, I think about how I can blog about it.

nailpolishblues said...

A lesson to me to lock it in future - the ipod, not the bra.

JahTeh said...

I have never lost money out of my bra for years, perfect hiding place.

gerl said...

FWOAR!

Mark said...

Prehensile boobs? That's a bit scary.

nailpolishblues said...

jahteh - my mum once lost $50 that she put in her bra 'for safe keeping'. It's a wallet that I do not trust. Mind you, she's never once lost any of the tissues she sticks in her bra - not for stuffing purposes but so that she can awkwardly fish a tissue out of her bra and then loudly blow her nose... I simultaneously miss my mother and am glad that she's very, very far away.

gerl, yeah. I know.

Mark, think of the money that could be made...

alexis said...

Someone phoned me accidentally with her left buttock the other day. It was very difficult to get her attention.

nailpolishblues said...

So long as she wasn't talking out of her arse...

Caz said...

Have you any idea how stupid it feels to be at the end of a phone yelling, repeatedly, into someone's arse, or handbag, or jacket pocket, and, remarkably, getting no response whatsoever?

nailpolishblues said...

Yes. It happens pretty much at least once a day at work. Always amusing to hear people start with the standard, hideously americanised welcoming spiel {welcome to fuckwits incoprorated, your call is impostant to us} before drifting into 'hello?' 'Hello?' 'HELLO?' 'HELLO?! ANYONE...' *slam*

Okay, only I really slam the phones.

I wonder if I could find a new job by Monday?

Winter said...

One of my friends once warned me that I might receive random call(s) from her due to the fact that my name was at the beginning of her contacts list. She had to move the number that was originally first because the police apparently don't like it when you keep accidently calling them on your cell phone.

Also, if designers would put some damn pockets on our clothes we wouldn't have to stash things in our bras. Ask Colonel Eggroll how she feels about the fake pockets on her one coat. :)

nailpolishblues said...

Fake pockets are one of my (6000 and counting) pet hates! Also, the crap way clothing is made - I want wear my clothes more than once before they even think about trying to disintegrate!

The mobile contact list is a horrible thing - my mother got herself into a tizzy about how people are labelled because of some stupid tv show. I wish she'd stop imagining me being in horrible accidents and the police contacting her!