You don’t know how lucky you are
Thank whatever gods you worship that I didn’t have the digicam with me this afternoon. I was driving home along Four Mile Rd. in Allegany, and drove past a guy mowing his yard. 50ish, not much to look at even in good light, and there he was, pushing the mower around in nothing but a pair of Speedos.
I think I briefly lost consciousness, but somehow managed to hold the truck on the road. If I’d had the camera, I’d share this moment with you in more vivid detail.
lullaby pit 
dear god.
And I thought seeing 7th graders’ butts and boobs hanging out of their clothing was bad.
Good heavens!
1) My sister flashed a bus full of middle-schoolers back in her high school days. The universe balances out in the strangest ways.
2) Sam, have you learned nothing about photographic incrimination?
Back on track
Hey, people, let’s focus here. Appropriateness of the behavior aside, you’re talking about teenaged knockers and butts and the like. I’m talking about somebody’s ugly-ass grandfather in something that was dangerously close to a man-thong.
I’m not even talking about flashing, I’m talking about their lack of clothing and their sagging pants. That said, I am reminded that I had a flasher last year. In class. Her response when she was told that it was inappropriate? “Well, it’s not like he’s never seen them before.” Sigh.
Back on track
Hey, people, let’s focus here. Appropriateness of the behavior aside, you’re talking about teenaged knockers and butts and the like. I’m talking about somebody’s ugly-ass grandfather in something that was dangerously close to a man-thong.
*blink*
that reminds me of seeing santa claus rowing a boat near the flora-bama in nothing but a red thong and sunglasses.
*rocks in the corner*
*bangs head on floor*