186 Miles

That is how far it is, give or take a mile or two, across the state of Lousey-anna.  I make this statement because I want to warn other “big-chested” women to make sure they have a very good, very tight, bra before driving across this state on I-20.

Every mile of the way, my ta-ta’s were tortured, my mamaries were mangled, my boobies were bruised.  There was no way I would have been able to drive, as I spent the entire time with my arms crossed across my chest in an effort to protect the girls. That was an impossible task! I was never more glad to leave a state than I was when we crossed over into Mississippi. Just sayin. Get a good bra before you go through Louisiana.