Sunday, December 03, 2006
Since I've been way too damn lazy to post anything lately I guess I have to finally put up the photo of me sportin' the infamous red woolly knickers. Sev does penance, I do believe. She's said a couple dozen Hail Santas and got lit like a candle so that should be enough.
You can see even in black & white the attractive fat-enchancing attributes of said red woolly knickers, especially so under a long black skirt and mangy 20-year-old Sex Pistols tee. Slap them over some zippy little black undies from Target and you got a party just waitin' to happen.
Oh, and the waist should've been knitted at least 4" higher than it is, being as I'm shortness-impared. Not that hiking your drawers up to your armpits is in any way attractive.
I'm quite sure this will wind up on some sad little grandma thunder-bloomers site. If nothing else it should at least amuse Rachel.