"Should I just drop the robe when I get in the room for the pictures? I mean why do the one-boob-out-at-a-time thing? I doubt the technician will be shocked by both boobs being exposed at the same time."
"I had no idea someone could take my boob and literally sit it down on a shelf. And it stayed there!"
"That machine is still going, it should be stopping any second ... any second now ... it’s still smashing me!!!!!"
"Holy crap, my boob is kinda neat looking all flat like that. Who knew?"
"I’m so mad at all those older friends that had me scared this was going to hurt. I’ve hurt my boobs more trying to get them into a sports bra."
"More pictures? You need my arm how? Ok, I’ll pretend this is a cover shoot and make this look good."
"What is the technician going to do with the pictures of my boobs? Who all is she going to show them to? Will there be laughter? Will there be tears? Will someone be jealous? Lord, I hope so."
"Are they going to find something in the pictures? Did I see her look at one of those pictures longer than the others?"
"I have to wait that long to get my results?!?!?! What if I’m walking around right now with cancer in my boobs?"
"I’m done? They are letting me walk out of here. I wonder if I could have kept that robe--it was so soft."
