Now for the eye bleach.
Eye, hell, BRAIN bleach... STAT!!!
I think I threw up a little...
Every.single.one.of.them.made.my.eyes.hurt! Especially the leather person close to the end.
ugh. Yay for mountains! I'd rather see Sasquatch in a g-string.
My eyes! My eyes! Need to find the bleach.
Why is it that the fatter the person, the smaller the covering. Are they proud? Are they afraid they'll be missed? And on the other hand, the anorexics hit the same "ick" factor. Maybe I'm being too hard on myself. sheesh
All, see why I will be going to the mountains next time... though Judy loves the beach. But she looks better than any of those creatures.
My eyes, my eyes. I believe we share a similar warped sense of humor.
Thanks Johñ my lunch is now sitting on the counter without the plate it had been sitting on before I looked at all the above items. I should have known better.
What the. . . This is a major violation of blogging rule number one: no scaring your readers!!!!
You've been taking pictures out on Fort Myers beach again, haven't you? Guess which one of them is me.
Oh my goodness gracious ... those are some brave swimwear wearers! I personally like to hide the goods. All of them, and them some.
Those are soooo WRONG!!!
Sort of makes a person proud to be a member of the very species that stands at the pinnacle of God's holy creation. Yes, made in his image are we.
Makes me glad I don't live close to a beach.
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