My friend Marissa has thoughtfully written a song to commemorate my transition into the world of the not-so-tiny woman.
The Germans have thoughtfully invented a word (schandenfreuede) for rejoicing at a friends tribulations. I believe that this is a song in the true spirit of the word.
Chorus
O schadenfruede schandenfreuede
I have a friend that's knocked up
She cannot find a shirt that fits
I get to call her "Tissue Tits"
She can't look down and see the floor
She can't go topless anymore
From the skillet into the fire
How do you wash an underwire?
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