Time to Clone My Boobs, No?

Jun 12, 2010

Ever since I mentioned cloning Robby’s cock-a-saurus to him, he’s been a little too intent on the activity. I mean, hello we all my ego is big, but compared to his, mine is like the size of New Jersey. For the past couple of weeks he’s been going on and on about when I’m going to order the Clone-A-Willy kit and my response as always been “I don’t know,” because I really didn’t know and then I realized yesterday why exactly I have been postponing it. I had to tell him that we needed to get an immersion blender so that we could successfully mix the molding without having to purchase a kit refill. He was pretty sad about that fact and it made me realize that there is something completely wrong about my husband being so quick to what to immortalize his penis.

But then again, it is him and it is his penis and remember that ego I talked about earlier? I think he thinks this is chance at fame because it will be required and people will see it and well, I think he’s a little too excited about the fact, but I guess whatever floats his boat and maybe I should be grateful that he’s secure enough to let me do this because from what I hear a lot of men wouldn’t be 100%okay with this whole adventure—more specifically the videotaping part, but that’s beside the point.

So then I got to thinking and realized you know it would be so much cooler and more useful if they had a clone-your-breasts kit. I thought that maybe it would be cool to be able to clone my vagina for all of 5 seconds before I realized that that would probably be very uncomfortable and just not smart, given all of the holes and stuff that would be involved in the mold. Okay that just made me shudder, you see that? No cloning of the vagina, no thank you, we’ll go back to my clone-your-breasts idea.

I don’t think it’s fair that Robby should have all the glory and be the only one to immortalize a piece of him—plus, how awesome would it be to wake up every morning to my boobs just hanging out doing their own thing. Oh and the best part! I could use them as key ring holders—the nipples that is because they would be all perky, and erect and I could just slip my key ring on them and they would serve two purposes, okay three purposes, immortalize my breasts for they get all saggy and old, amusing the hell out of me, and holding my keys! That totally beats the clone-a-willy kit. I mean come on who cares if it’ll give me multiple orgasms and what not—oh wait, I do.

Okay so maybe the breasts kit isn’t that great, but still it’ll give Robby something to squeeze on, when it’s that time of month and he thinks squeezing my already swore boobs will make me feel better.

In case you men didn’t know—it doesn’t.