I’d like to take this moment to thank Photo Boy for showing her from this side and not from the front.
It takes some serious confidence for an elderly woman to go out in public like that. Or prescription drugs. Probably the drugs…
ok, i’d do her, just for the history
I’d rather do her mother. Better history.
I did her mother. I got attacked by crows for my trouble.
They could build a marketing campaign around this picture:
Yoga Pants—Botox for Your Ass
What jacket goes with skin tight dark pink camel toe tights?
That coke dusted leather trimmed tuxedo jewel from the 1980s, that’s what.
I thought the Flapjacks were in the front?
The transition between photo and caption was very unpleasant for my boner…think snapping a rubber band.
♫ ♪ ♫ **Forlorn bugle off in the distance playing “Taps”** ♫ ♪ ♫…
Quagmire: “Oh, hey, baby, you want to go somewhere? No, no, no, no, no. Wait, wait, Quagmire, remember what’s on the other side.”
They make orthopedic yoga pants now?
Antonio makes her wear this for kinky dress up – Matador and Bull night. *Antonio charges* OLE! *sidesteps Melanie*
I’m happy she not wearing a thing and then again I’m not,
* a thong*
That’s just sad.
That’s her best angle.
Just a damn minute you little shits – you better hope you look this good when you’re her age.
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