Quotes About Bra

the bra she was wearing was of the very latest technology, with gel in the cups, which gave her bust a true-to-life movement. Splendid testimony to the advancement of science in the service of humanity.

Elizabeth: "Maybe he'll surprise you." Meghann: "Birdie, they all surprise me. Last week, I hugged my date at the door and felt a bra strap.

You smile, embarrassed to be a nice girl, and your nails are bare and your V-neck sweater is beige and it's impossible to know if you're wearing a bra but I don't think that you are.

Anyway, George comes up to me the first day of filming and he takes one look at the dress and says, "You can't wear a bra under that dress." So, I say, "Okay, I'll bite. Why?" And he says, "Because . . . there's no underwear in space." I promise you this is true, and he says it with such conviction too! Like he had been to space and looked around and he didn't see any bras or panties or briefs anywhere.

So instead of a bra, what do you think I wore for support, intergalactically? Gaffer's tape.

So, what happens is you go to space and you become weightless. So far so good, right? But then your body expands??? But your bra doesn't—so you get strangled by your own bra. Now I think that this would make for a fantastic obit—so I tell my younger friends that no matter how I go, I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.

So, what happens is you go to space and you become weightless. So far so good, right? But then your body expands??? But your bra doesn't - so you get strangled by your own bra. Now I think that this would make for a fantastic obit - so I tell my younger friends that no matter how I go, I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.

Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.

Online shopping: because it's frowned upon to be in a store with no bra, sweatpants and a glass of wine.

Suddenly Guy appeared in the doorway. Emma was surprised to see he had his jacket on, a black leather biker-style one he wore with the self-consciousness of a girl in her first pre-teen bra.

after Sammy struggles to unhook Stilton's bra] She rolled onto her face to give him a good shot at the hook in the back. Free my people! I will. I am the Harriet Tubman of your breasts.

Clothes were scattered across the floor in piles, a duffel bag open on the floor as if it had exploded. Isabelle's bright silver-gold whip hung from one bedpost, a lacy white bra from another. Simon averted his eyes. The curtains were drawn, the lamps extinguished. Isabelle flopped down on the edge of the bed and looked at him with bitter amusement. "A blushing vampire. Who would have guessed.

I look at the check once more and then fold and tuck it into my bra. It's not every day a girl gets to be up close and personal with this much money.

I have a Stella McCartney Adidas sports bra. I feel like I'm totally comfortable running. No problem. I have support where I need it.

Oh, for God's sake, I said. Just give me the stupid thing. I took the panic button and stuck it into my Super Sexy Miracle Bra. GPS, Ranger said to Morelli. Probably I can find her breast without it, Morelli said. But it's good to know there's a navigational system on board if I need it.

The knife easily cut through the silky material of my shirt and my bra, and a huge wad of toilet paper fell out.

Nice bra." "Israeli," said Heidi. She looked around, taking in the contents of the room. "Jesus Christ," she said. "The wallpaper's like Hendrix's pants." "I think it's satin." Vertically striped, in green, burgundy, ecru, and black.

Sam was waiting for her,his gaze sweeping over her. "Looks great." "I look like a geek," Lucy said. "I smell like a brewery. And I need a bra." "My dream date.

Before I could reach any decision, Rita came back with Lily Anne. "Would you like to burp her, Dexter?" she said with a Madonna-like smile—the Madonna in the paintings, not the one with the fancy bra.

it's colder than a witch's tit in a steel bra

Dammit, Michael, get out of my room, you pervert!" Could you even be a pervert if you were dead? She supposed you could, if you had a working body half the time. "I swear, I'm going to start taking my clothes off!" The cold spot stayed resolutely put until she got the hem of her T-shirt all the way up to her bra line, and then faded away. "Chicken," she said, and paced the room, back and forth.

He ate one of my bras." "Ah. I see. Which one?" "An underwire," she mumbled. "The black lacey one from Victoria's Secret?" She folded her arms. "That would be the one." Well, no one could fault the dog's taste, Gid thought. That stingy bit of lace had always looked plenty appetizing to him, too. He forced his mind back to the matter at hand.

I tucked the feather into my bra, then glanced up at the sudden heavy silence. "What?"Blake grinned. "What else you got in there? Can I see?""Shut up, Blake!" said the rest of the boys.

It's probably not coincidental that corsets passed from the world at the same time as "fainting couches.") But it wasn't health concerns that killed the corset; it was World War I. The need for metal for ammunition led the US War Industries Board in 1917 to urge women to stop buying corsets. Serendipitously, the very first modern bra had been patented only three years earlier, by debutante Caresse Crosby.