I’ve collected boobs! And this photo…
Yes. While most may lust after the girls , I think I want to marry this one.
I’ve collected boobs! And this photo…
Yes. While most may lust after the girls , I think I want to marry this one.
Warm tea in one hand. Scrolling mouse in the other, I looked at photos of other people being sunburnt and sweaty all day.
The other night I had an amazing rare and raw steak filled dinner at the soon to be Standard Grill with my adorable glittering girlfriend and the beautiful and hilariously perverse Molly Crabapple.
Other than taking Little Richards’ temperature with my flash, girlish laughter was had through hotel antics. Gala and I frankenstein-ed digital photography by attaching my Canon flash to her Nikon camera (photo evidence will prove that Nikon is not my friend). In my typical sweet toothed hobo fashion I left with tons travel Nutella packets. And on the cab ride home I was given well needed spoken tour of my neighborhood from Fred!
As if this wasn’t a joy enough, I also got a large bump from a link to my blog! Hi! I don’t know if Galas friends are as perverted as I am, so let me just re-warn you, new comer. Every Tuesday I like to have a reason to put up photos of happy topless ladies with real knockers and interesting photography.
Haven’t slept in days. I envy the actions of this post.
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