On the other hand, my husband and I are relatively assless. It wasn't always this way. I used to have a great arse. I can say that because it isn't great anymore (plus I have no boobs, so it was only fair that I have something to entice the opposite sex). If my husband ever had any junk in the trunk, it fell out on a washboardy gravel road long before we were introduced. Now we both fall prey to the Wonderbread Monster. You know him, right? He sneaks into your house at night, puts on your jeans and does deep knee bends until the ass section is stretched to oblivion. Then when you slip into your denim the next day, they are tight everywhere except for the "good places". Because of this
On the other hand, our offspring sport a couple of cutie patootie booties.
I may not have Marlboro Man, but I have Thing 2 in his size 1T Wranglers. Does anyone have a crock pot that I can put this baby into? I seriously have to stop myself from chewing on him.
|Cerealy? How cute is this???|
that this is cute has no soul.