Bazoomba Jelly

The other day I went for a walk/jog. Fifty nine and a half minutes I walked. Thirty seconds I jogged. I did not jog longer for two simple reasons:

1. Boogers, phlegm and snot blocked my airways. I could not breathe, thus I could not jog.

2. For the first time in my life, I have bazoombas (known variously as breasts, boobs, hooters, knockers or jugs). I now understand the need for the almighty athletic bra and need to purchase one (or two) before any more attempts are made. Of course, it would seem that I also need a butt bra as there was an awful lot of jelly like movement down there as well. Do I need to invent these?

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