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I saw this sign on a lamp post in Uganda and it really got me wondering. Why, oh why would anyone want to gain a bum?
And what does it mean? A bigger bum? An extra bum?
There were similar signs (with different phone numbers) advertising "Gain hips quickly". Is that to accommodate the extra bum?

I never saw any signs of mutant Ugandans though, so I'm not sure if the business is doing very well.

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Anonymous said…
Hi Lynne - love your blog, and this article made me smile - and wonder: is it because of HIV/AIDS that people don't want to look thin? And is this extra bum service invasive surgery or Mrs Doubtfire's lingerie?

Greer
30 September 2008 at 15:56
Julia @ Hooked on Houses said…
This is so funny. "Gain bums quickly"?? It's hard to imagine who they're hoping to sell those to, and and why. -Julia :-)
30 September 2008 at 22:38
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