Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Passing Muster

The Arts
"Passing Muster"
     
Res Ipsa Loquitur

8 comments:

18Echo said...

speechless perfection.. It's good to be alive.

I-RIGHT-I said...

Indeed, pass the mustard.

Tony C said...

wow

Anonymous said...

When I was a senior in high school , I toook a record keeping class , because THAT'S WHERE THE BOOTY WAS ! I was the only guy in the class , and one day all the ladies were talking about their boyfriends being either "boob men" , or "butt, men" when all at once they all looked at me and asked , " which are you " ? I'll never forget the reaction when I held up both my hands , palms out with my index fingers and thumbs touching , and I said that I preferred that spot where the legs meet the butt cheeks , as I licked my lips ! ......... YOU COULD FEEL THE ESTROGEN IN THE AIR ! I THINK THAT'S WHEN MY LEGEND WAS BORN ! ; ) > SMIBSID

DougM said...

"Muster"
Is that what the kids are callin' it nowadays?

Skoonj said...

Gots to luv our Vagino-American friends.

SondraK, Queen of My New Dreamhouse said...

Damn skylights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I casually mention them to El Jefepoo and look what happens.......

DougT said...

Or the Great Poupon.

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