Hello there, young lady on the porch. Is it morning time, and did you just wake up braless in your jammies? Or are you a naughty girl poking your perkies out in the afternoon while the camera’s watchful eye watches so closely? Why are the Kleenex out, have you been sneezing, or spilling your drink, or perhaps touching yourself which has caused your nipples to stand at attention? Hmmm, we sure do love the girls next door.
Sweater stretchers are good to see.
They are fit for you and me.
When they wear no bra on top
it makes me wish I was a cop.
So I could say “STOP RIGHT THERE”
and run my fingers through her hair
and tell her sweaters and nips
are even better than fish and chips.
-Legendary prose by KingMike (thank you for the applause, line forms to the rear)
Alright! This looks like my kind of bar. Check out what’s hanging from the clothesline overhead. What’s the deal, you give up your bra and get free drinks all night? Is this in anywhere closeby, and is it ever visited by Spring Breakers? I, uh, may need to visit.
I think I am starting to realize that the reason guys go to carshows is NOT to see car stuff. I went to a spring carshow a few weeks ago and I was surprised to see that all of the commercialized stuff – the car care products, the performance parts companies, even the well-known tire companies – hire “spokespeople” to mingle with the crowd. The term “spokespeople” in this case means “scantily dressed women with their boobs hanging out.” Also, there was a bikini contest that almost (I mean it was || that close) turned into a flash-a-thon. Maybe I need to get myself a job as a spokesperson…
