It’s really late and I’m up with insomnia because I’m stressing about everything. Yay anxiety!
I came across an advertisement in a magazine I was reading and just had to look it up on the internet because I thought I was being punk’d.
Behold, the Bosom Max:
There are no words and yet I can think of plenty, just not at this hour.
What really makes me want to go out and buy one
not really, my boobs are considered a safety hazard as it is are the vibration effects. As Beavis & Butthead would say: These effects aren’t very special.
So thank you Bosom Max makers for giving me a few minutes to escape my anxiety and look at your product while thinking wtf?
I just came across this testimonial:
“My appearance is very important in my professional life, and my breasts left a lot to be desired. But with BosomMax I increased in size from a 34-B to a 34-D! Now I do look and feel more attractive, and I’m no longer invisible to my clients and my bosses… my career is going better than ever!”
Hear that ladies, bigger breasts=a successful career. All this time I thought it had to do with brains. I’m such a dummy.