Q: Okay. Since many people can't get over the corn in my bra, here's the story....I cooked dinner, and did it in a rather low cut top. When I sat down to eat, the corn spilled off my fork right down my chest and into--you guessed it--my bra. Not as exciting as you were imagining, eh? Ouch, MiSs Staci......what a jerk. I don't wanna know what he's like around Christmas.....sounds like you're better off without him, but what a real bummer!
A: Well, look on the bright side... at least it was just corn in your bra and not cranberry sauce.... that stuff stains....