Bad photo, good wine :
2008 April 1
The evening would have been perfect if I hadn’t been wearing low rise jeans, and leaning in a little to closely to make out Manboys discreetly soft conversation. I did, however, have a coat with which I managed to cover myself before the one person who hadn’t yet seen my arse anyone else saw what I had so generously exposed to them at the place I am now ashamed to ever set foot in again my new favorite wine bar.
I dunno, Sassy, a lovely arse:
is a thing of beauty and a joy forever.
Yes indeed,
I’m sure everyone enjoyed your ass. Especially f it is anywhere as hot as your new pimp.
Hey, if Manboy likes it, who the hell cares?
Oh the perils of low-rise jeans!