“Prejean’s lawyer, Charles Limandri, told Foxnews.com that they have ‘no idea’ what the defendants are referring too in their claims”

I, too, occasionally misspell words, although never substituting “too” for “to” – but I’m not a professional news organization like Fox…oh, wait.

First they came after my house and I said nothing
Then they came after my car, and I said nothing
Then they came after my boobies, and then I raised all kinds of hell.

“Tithing for Tiths” should catch on in Ms. Prejean’s church. Clearly they like them some nice ta-tas.

Even though it pains me to say it, she is quite an attractive woman.

What makes her so ugly is when she speaks. Even $5K could not fix the hate that passes through those lips.

Attractive? Fake boobs, fake teeth, fake soul, and a brain supplied by Igor? Shirley, you jest?

Awesome. My rack is worth 11K more than hers. Costs more to come off, I guess.

Elma Gantry.

St. Carrie of the Perkified Areola

Absolute genius. This is why I keep coming back everyday.

Too.

The Randian Right has taught me that nobody should receive something for free, you know, that they didn’t “earn” (although these new pictures may explain how she earned them). She lost her crown/walked away but kept her subsidized Ta Ta’s? Socialist! Fascist!

Boobies are the opiate of the masses – Karl Marx

Or did Ron Jeremy say that?

I think Ron Jeremy said, “Auto-fellatio is the opiate of the masses.”

Actually the full quote was “Auto-fellatio is the opiate of the masses — or maybe that’s just me.”

Lewis told Foxnews.com that the organization has “received confirmation from multiple extremely reliable sources that additional photographs and video exist that are even more graphic and explicit than those currently published.”

Her book comes out November 9. Estimated first online appearance of these photos: November 8.

Shit, really? Damn. There goes that idea.

And, shouldn’t it be Tithing for Tits? Or am I not getting the joke?

Finally, she shoulda used the money for a brain transplant instead. She really needs one.

Excellent. A scandal involving boobs and the law. This story promises to be, uh, tittilating.

The cardinal sin Greed is defined as “an inordinate desire to acquire or possess more than one needs or deserves…” But surely a devout Xtian like Carrie must agree: the good Lord, in His infinite wisdom, provided her with exactly the pair of appendages He saw fit for her to wield during her time on His earth. Who is she to challenge the Lord and feel the need for an upgrade?

Yeah, really. But when they’re big enough to be that expensive (about twice the average cost, apparently), your insurance is more likely to cover most of it. After they spend a year ritually humiliating you, anyway. (“The last set of pictures were, ahem, unclear, so we need you to strip again or they’re just going to go back to telling you to just lose weight, as though you could drop from a GGG by knocking off fifty pounds.”)

Holy crap. That’s shitty that you had to deal with that. Yeah, I hear you about the losing weight thing. Even at my skinniest, my damn cups still ranneth over. However, I don’t think I would qualify. I’m a DD (some say DDD, but I don’t think so). That’s not big enough, is it?

Boobs.
Real or fake?
Good or bad?

Megan MCain and Miss Carrie Preteen will discuss this enormously important topic.

Miss Ann Althouse will be your host.

Tonite on hannity,

Wait a minute; the pageant organizers paid for her boob job so she’d be “more competitive?” Did they do that for other contestants? Is this common?

“floated by pageant organizers”

Or, better, *fronted*. See what I did there? (Although nothing beats “Fill my cup, Lord.”)

Added pageant organizer Joseph Shmoe, “We call upon Ms. Prejean to cleave to the rules of the contest. Although not solely intended for fun, bags of money were supplied for her procedure. Our agreement with her was a quid pro quo and tit for tat. If she’ll make a clean breast of her debt, and not treat us like boobs, we can bring this to an end and say ta-ta, both to the media and to each other. Which would be two ta-ta’s.”

The words, they fail me.

The decision on breast reduction and how your insurance company feels about it has to do with if the size is causing health problems like the weight + gravity tearing your soft tissue away from your bones, as an accomplice to sleep apnea, etc. If that is “big enough” has more to do with your frame size than a threshhold breast size so you might want to look into it if you think that describes you in any way.

I’ve had patients and friends who had breast reduction surgery for the above-mentioned reasons, and they were all very happy with the results. A couple said it gave them their life back. A few also mentioned the sucky behavior that DSidhe describes too; apparently assholish behavior is OK for some medical people if they can fob it off on weight discrimination. There are jerks in every profession and the “helping” professions are not exempt.

Never have I been more excited about a set of pictures that I have no interest in looking at.

She didn’t pay them back? Wow. Lending cash for a boob-job is usually such a safe investment.

I’m very happy with my results, yeah. And it was the insurance company that was obnoxious about it, not the doctors. Though the surgeon ultimately decided, once I was under, to go with a D instead of the agreed-upon C. It’s all a major improvement, though. I used to have to tape my boobs down so I could fit into a GGG. I can now stand and walk around for more than thirty minutes without pain, which is a mind-blowing improvement. And to be fair to the insurance company, they did pay the whole thing minus a 100$ copayment, even if it took them a year of fucking with me to do it. It was worth it. I do have some residual nerve damage with lack-of-sensation issues, but that was worth it too.

I gotta admit, I’m pretty baffled at augmentation surgery for the most part, which is my own hangup, but to be more competitive in pageants? I also have serious scars, which I gather is very common with reductions, it kind of staggers me that women would decide screwing around with their boobs will make them look better in a bathing suit. But I guess the procedure is very different and maybe the doctors are trained to worry more about appearance than results.

Still, how do you even start that conversation with pageant officials? “Since we’re basically T&A, I’d like you to help me put my best T&A forward.”

Can she just give back the inserts? How deflating for her. ;)

“And it was the insurance company that was obnoxious about it…”

Heh, what a surprise.

Two words: Repo Man!

“Two words: Repo Man!”

…for the win.

OT:

Let’s all “Get Motivated!”

http://tpmlivewire.talkingpointsmemo.com/2009/10/bush-headlining-motivational-mega-show-with-inspirational-firepower.php?ref=fpblg

Stay classy, George!

Well, damn…sell photos of her enhanced boobies (nekked of course) to her right wing believers for $50 a pop and she’d pay that bill off with money to burn in no time!

wait a minute …

‘Fill My Cup, Lord?’

you are an evil, evil man

Another up-and-coming grifter. She’s already wrapped herself in religion and learned to parrot RW talking points. All she needs now are the glasses.

and make me ‘ho

A young christian girl wanted to enter a beauty contest, but her tits were too small. So she prayed to god to make them bigger. A plastic surgeon offered surgery, but she said she was waiting for god. Then another plastic surgeon offered to enlarge her tits, but she said she was waiting for god. Then a beauty contest organization offered to bigify her tits, but she said she was waiting for god. After she died from lack of big boobies, she asked god why he didn’t embiggen her boobs.

He said, “Hey, idiot, I sent two plastic surgeons and a beauty contest organizer!”

So, obviously, Ms Prejean was listening during that particular sermon.

Well, I have an extremely competent–and even adorable, I have to say–internist who used to make the bright suggestion that I cure my intermittent anemia by… undergoing a hysterectomy.

I asked him if he would consider parting with his balls, even for a second, even for a good reason.

And this is a REALLY GOOD doctor! Lord save us from the others.

When I was in college I had two goals: The first was to write The Great American Novel; the second was to blow my first $5,000 in royalties on breast enhancement surgery. Then I met my friend, W., who barely topped 5’5″ tall and whose endowments were about the size of those mini-watermelons so popular with the yuppies who shop at the “Whole Paycheck. When she first told me that she was sick of men practically drooling on her breasts when she was introduced to them, I thought that this was some sort of perverse southern female bragging ritual. After all, she was stunning and blonde; I was almost six feet tall, and when I slouched I was practically concave in the front. At the time, I couldn’t imagine being offended at having a guy drool over any part of my anatomy. We overlooked each others’ respective mental deficiencies and became friends. Then I realized that when we were in public, she always carried an armful of science books crushed to her chest or wore a jacket in 95+ degree heat because she hated the fact that her breasts were so large.

I didin’t appreciate the level of humiliation involved with large breast size until the day we decided to feed the alligators down by the docks. Alligators would circle around the base of the pilings with their mouths open when they saw humans because they knew they were about to get a handout. We had bought a 10-pound bag of caramels from the PX, and sat by the docks unwrapping them and molding them into baseball sized lumps, which we tossed into their waiting maws. Now alligators’ jaws clamp shut with a lot of force; but the muscles that open their mouths are real weak by comparison. So when they clamp down on a lump of caramels, that’s good for about 5 minutes of cheap laughs at the alligator’s expense.

We were down to the bottom of the bag when we heard a man’s voice on a bullhorn: LADIES, FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY, I’M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU TO CLEAR THE DOCK SO WE CAN BRING THIS SHIP IN SO THE CREW CAN DEBARK AND ENJOY THEIR SHORE LEAVE. In the hour or so we had been goofing off, a Coast Guard cutter had pulled to within a hundred yards of the dock, and it looked like every crewmember on deck had a pair of binocculars aimed in our direction. And then it hit me: For our own safety? Thank heavens a Captain in the U.S. Coast Guard was able to save the crew from the overwhelming influence of the mighty mammaries!

We left the dock in disgust for a nearby gay bar, which was notable for its fern bar decor, decent food, and the fact that any male soldier who reportedly entered therein would be subject to a dishonorable discharge in JAG court.

I think that’s when I decided that breast augmentation would be a waste of $5,000.

That’s a terrific story, and every word rings true.

Too bad you couldn’t stuff the baseball-sized lumps of caramel down the Coast Guard.