Alright, let’s gab about this Tiffany Stratton gal and them… uh… breast things. You know, the things that make the girls stand up and say “howdy.” Folks been whisperin’ and pointin’, so let’s get down to brass tacks, just like we do when we’re gossipin’ over the fence about whose chickens laid what.
Now, I ain’t no doctor, mind you. I can tell a good tomato from a bad one, and I can sure as heck tell when a hen ain’t layin’ right. But this here breast implant thing… that’s a whole different hen house. Folks are sayin’ Tiffany, she’s lookin’ a bit… perkier than before. They’re sayin’ she got herself some of them… whatchamacallits… enhancements. Yeah, that’s the word them city folks use.
I seen pictures of her, you know, on that… inter-whatsit… internet thing my grandkid showed me. She’s a pretty thing, alright. Looks strong too, like she could wrestle a hog and win. But these pictures… they got folks talkin’. Some say she definitely had somethin’ done, others say maybe it’s just good eatin’ and hard work. You know, like how a good crop of corn just stands up tall and proud.
It’s like this, see. Back in my day, if a girl wanted bigger… well, she was stuck with what the good Lord gave her. Or maybe she’d stuff her bra with some cotton, you know, like we did for the harvest dance. But these young ‘uns, they got all sorts of fancy ways to change things up. And this here Tiffany Stratton, she’s in that wrestlin’ business. Them wrestling gals, they’re always tryin’ to look their best, I reckon. Gotta stand out from the crowd, like a red rooster in a flock of hens.
- They say it’s common in that wrestling world.
- Lots of those girl wrestlers get them breast implants, or so I hear.
- And butt stuff too, apparently. Lord have mercy.
Now, I ain’t judgin’. If a girl wants to spruce herself up, that’s her business. It’s like puttin’ a fresh coat of paint on the barn, right? Makes it look newer, shinier. But it does make you wonder, don’t it? Wonder if it’s all about lookin’ good, or if it’s somethin’ more. Maybe it makes them feel stronger, more confident. Like puttin’ on your best Sunday dress before goin’ to church.
This here WWE, that’s what they call that wrestlin’ thing, it’s a whole different world. They got their own rules, their own ways of doin’ things. And if gettin’ some… augmentation… helps them gals climb the ladder, well, I guess that’s just part of the game. It’s like farmin’, you gotta do what you gotta do to get a good harvest. Sometimes that means plantin’ a new seed, sometimes it means fixin’ up the old tractor.
I heard some folks sayin’ that Tiffany, she was already doin’ pretty good before. Said she was one of the best things in somethin’ called NXT 2.0. Don’t know what that is, sounds like a newfangled tractor to me. But if she was already good, why’d she need to go and get… you know… fixed up? Makes you think, don’t it? Like why fix a perfectly good fence post?
And then there’s the talk about when she got ‘em. Some folks sayin’ it was a while back, others sayin’ it was more recent. Seems like nobody knows for sure. It’s like tryin’ to figure out when the first frost is gonna hit. You just gotta wait and see, and maybe listen to the old wives’ tales.
But the thing is, this ain’t just about Tiffany. It’s about all them gals in the wrestlin’ world. It seems like a lot of ‘em are doin’ it. Getin’ them breast augmentations, and other things too. Makes you wonder if they’re doin’ it ‘cause they want to, or ‘cause they feel like they have to. Like if they don’t, they won’t be good enough. That’s a sad thought, ain’t it? Like a prize-winning pumpkin that feels like it needs more fertilizer to be truly special.
So, did Tiffany Stratton get breast implants? Well, I can’t say for sure. I ain’t seen her up close and personal, and I ain’t no doctor. But from what I hear, and from what I see in them pictures, it sure seems like somethin’s changed. And if she did, well, good for her. It’s her body, her choice. Just like it’s my choice to plant tomatoes instead of beans this year. And if folks wanna gossip about it, well, that’s just human nature, ain’t it? We all like a good story, even if it’s just about someone else’s… uh… bushels.
The bottom line is, whether she did or didn’t, it ain’t none of my business. She’s out there wrestlin’, entertainin’ folks, and makin’ a livin’. And that’s more than a lot of folks can say. So, let’s just leave her be, and focus on our own crops, right? But I tell you what, I’ll be keepin’ an eye on them wrestling matches, just to see what all the fuss is about. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll learn a thing or two about this here plastic surgery stuff. You never know when you might need to fix up an old hen house, right?
