So, Trista outted me. When I wrote Portland, Beer, and Boobs, I was trying to conceal her identity by not saying I knew that they were her boobs. Of course they were Trista’s boobs. And yes, Trista, I think that they are highly recognizable, but mostly because you are the only other big-boobed girl I know who wears a v-neck shirt. I love that! I love my own big boobs in a pretty v-neck shirt. It’s just flattering. So, by popular demand, here’s the infamous photo of Trista’s boobs! Enjoy!
squee! Hee. Thanks.
I’ve only met those boobs, I mean Trista, once. Definitely recognizable.
[...] could hear her singing from the lobby and didn’t have tix in hand, but luckily I was wearing this shirt (and yes, I know that link uses my real name, it’s ok), so the guy at the door just let us [...]