Go Biggs or go home, we say afresh. The name of this game is Liza Bigg’s “Incredibly Larger than run of the mill Brassiere Show” but trying to identify a brassiere that indeed fits her mangos without a treasure chest of hooter holsters is an impossible task this time. They’re too damned dunky to fit her 36JJJ whoppers. JJJ is similar to an L cup. They’ll must be donated to the Wicked Neighbors or the 40Somethings.
This is the vigour of Liza, the power to produce wood so inflexible, u could shoot pool. And there’s more. Liza squeezes the mammaries and pets the muff one time her below garment try-ons are over.
“It feels adore having a child strapped to your chest,” laughs Liza about the weight of her national treasures. “I basically merely take my bras off when I go to sleep.”
Or when she is here entertaining the troops.
“I buy all of my bras online. It acquires a little expensive. I not ever own more than four. Sometimes they betray me and try to stab me in the heart when a wire breaks out. That happens a lot! I had one that had kind of a connecting piece, kind of like a balconette bra, and that connecting piece broke. So, instead of shoving my boobs up, it was kind of pushing them down. It was a little unusual.”
As u know, Liza is a sous chef but sadly for her male co-workers in the kitchen, they don’t know what her rack truly looks love underneath her tent-like kitchen jacket.
“They think I am short and I am fat. They talk about it all the time, but it doesn’t trouble me.”
If they knew, they would be in the parking lot washing her car.