The Potters House - Tramaine Hawkins

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The Question:

Why is 'bra' singular and '‘Panties’' plural?

The Answer:

*clearing throat - getting professorial with it!

My theory on why the bra is singular and the ‘Panties’ are plural. The ‘bra' has ONE role which is to support the bosom. I mean seriously, the ‘bra’ cannot switch to supporting or protecting your ankle if you sprain it. It surely won’t remove your face makeup if you fall asleep with it on. The bra will only work in support of the bosom, hence its singularity. (*thought within a thought*) Just imagine! Somewhere in this big ol’ universe, there may be a race of people who have a pair of bosom, requiring two ‘bra' for their four CheeChee’s. I can't help but be glad we humans aren’t the ones! Keeping one pair of breast perky and pretty is difficult enough… I would be doomed should I ever have to focus on four individual breast!

Now, on to the question ‘why are ‘‘Panties’’ plural’? ‘‘Panties’’ job is multifaceted and requires a great deal of commitment and focus. ‘Panties’ only purpose is to protect and to serve, while successfully preventing Victoria Vagina, Riana Rectum, and Madamoiselle Gluteus Muscle from exposure to harmful external influences. ‘‘Panties’ was recently honored by Hanes™ Big & Beautiful Briefs CEO for going ‘above and beyond’ in the performance of their ass signed duties. ‘Panties’ is an unsung American hero! I fully intend to continue to share other tales of my panties heroism with the pubic… Uhm, I mean to say ‘WITH the Public - not pubic…

(Did I really say that aloud?).

I hope this helps someone understand why a bra is singular and ‘Panties’ are plural.

~LJBIZME aka Lisa~

May God give us strength and grace in the face of adversity, distress, loss, sickness, and all other things of this world which the devil will try to use to break our spirit...

I will pay generously for exclusive ownership and rights of any and all embarrassing video taken of me during the ParTay last night! I should have known I was in danger of getting more *uninhibited* than I like to behave in public places. I even struggled while trying to decide what to wear to the shindig.

Well, since Vighpyr said it was a ParTay, not some stuffy ass party, I decided to leave the party princess at the house. My sole objective last night was to aggressively throw down some serious samples from that killer spread, which I did while seated up close and personal-like next to one of the exceptional examples of Mocha-Manhood that was up in that house last night! The music was hitting and bumping some serious drumbeats. Ya’ll I didn’t know it at the time, those damn drums talked all of that liquor I had drank (and some I hadn’t even thought about drinking yet), into yanking me out on the dance floor. Before I could say 'no salt on the rim, please' the liquor had swooped me out to the dance floor and I don’t’ recall much after that. Well, other than some fleeting mental images of me doing a whole lotta hip-swaying, body-rockin, hand-clappin’ and finger snappin’. Seriously, I wasn’t drunk. I believe I was infected by the music, and feverish.

That being said, I should get a pass for anything embarrassing I may have done last night which I can not yet recall. Mmkay? Oh, if any of you have information on my activities, oh after about 12:30am EST, I would appreciate it if you will discreetly post the details here.

Thanks for a great time (I think)!

~ L