A Manssiere Need
As it was pointed out to me yesterday via email from a perpetual humpy-crush of mine, the picture of me on the tractor only highlighted what I'd been secretly thinking: I looked like I had a pair of man-boobs working under that t-shirt as I was riding the mower. I actually thought I looked like I weighed something close to a circus elephant but I didn't want to get all dramatic and faggy about it...until someone else pointed it out. That's typically when I squeal and cry. So to certify I'm not quite to man-boob proportions yet, I'm revising the header picture. I'm totally that vain and shallow, if it couldn't be guessed.
If we said something about your crotch, would you post a picture of it?
Well, a boy can hope....
I approve. And yes, what about the crotch?
I don't know what you heard from who, but I thought you kind of looked butch and cute in the other picture. Just a man and his mo-er.
I'll just pass along this little tidbit for future reference: Photoshop is a wonderful thing.
Sweetie, you look foyne.
Nice rack!