The adorable law student knows all too well the dastardly effects of boob prejudice. While the mainstream media is obsessed with Michael Jackson's fucking nose, our in-depth interview with Bre uncovered the vileness of boob prejudice. "By sixth grade, I was already in a D-cup bra, and everybody said I stuffed my bra," Bre told us while we listened with elevated stomach acidity etching an ulcer in our guts. "I would get so mad, and I would start crying because I was so little. I was really little, and all these girls were tall and lanky, and I was short and cute with boobs, and they had no boobs at all."

There is boob prejudice in American schools. Yes, boob prejudice. The ugly side of life in the United States. Little, busty pixie Annie Swanson told us in her February '03 V-Mag interview about similarly distasteful incidents during her formative years. There are more stories out there. Many more. Yet the newspapers and TV news stations blow it off, brush it under the carpet. They call your V-Editors alarmists, paranoid mental cases and worse. All they care about is Michael Jackson and his stinking nose.

"One time, we were at this pep rally and all these guys were saying, 'You stuff your bra! You stuff it with toilet paper!' Bre recalled. "I lifted up my shirt and I said, 'Yeah, that's right. I stuff it with my titties.' I got in trouble and got suspended!" A deplorable act, we say. Bre would be suspended for three days by her teacher. What a cocksucker! That man should have been horsewhipped. Unfortunately, that's a felony in most states. Another time, Bre caught a teacher looking down her top. He had a fuckin' hard-on! What kinda bullshit is that? What kind of pervert pops a woodie looking at a girl's chest?

Do any of you guys think this is funny? That it's some big fucking joke? Boob prejudice is a very serious problem today. "My boobs made me the most-hated girl in school," Bre cried. "I was always wearing short booty shorts, little skirts, tight little tops. They hated that, and I still don't have any girlfriends to this day!" Enough was enough. When your editors heard this, they ran to the men's room and hurled major chunks.