Sharon was really depressed by the family curse she now found herself afflicted with. "If I can do anything for you," Jim said to his girlfriend, "Just ask. And I promise not to say 'breast' around you... OOPS!"
Jim hadn't meant to intentionally say the key trigger word, but curses don't differentiate. However, what happened to Sharon surprised him. Her breasts did not increase in size, but instead Sharon grabbed her tanktop with both hands and pulled it off, leaving her bare chested.
"Damn, that part of the curse has started, too," Sharon said, seemingly facing her fate.
"What part?" Jim asked.
"Whenever I say 'breast', they get bigger. If someone else says it I just start yanking my clothes off." Of course, Sharon's utterance of the key word caused her bare breasts to again expand slightly. "Aw, it happened again. This is the worst day ever," she said as she laid back on the bed.
Jim reached over, grabbed the discarded tanktop, and handed it to Sharon. "No thanks," she said dejectedly, "It was getting too tight anyhow."
"So how did your family pick up this curse?" Jim asked, trying to stimulate some conversation.
"I dunno," Sharon replied, "My parents were never very clear on that. Probably an evil gypsy or a lawn gnome or something. The point is that it's been a burden to all the women in my family since the 17th century."
Jim knew he had to something to cheer his cursed girlfriend up. But what?
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