1200 miles away, Mom and Dad are reading this with a
confused look on their faces.
I sense the disturbance in the internet...I then say: You
can go about your business. Move along…move
along.
I pause and reach out, feeling the energy field that surrounds
us and binds us…no luck. I know they are reading this. Ugh.
Second – Your Honor, I plead guilty but with extenuating
circumstances. I was led astray by associates of lesser character. I deliver my 400 previous posts as evidence that
I’m a ‘nice guy’ that you really can take home to mom. I’m not that guy that
leers and drools over Playmates. The behavior recently displayed, while mild among
the general public, was an aberration and I also find it embarrassing.
Your Honor, I would like to further
state, that the photo which is the center of this event is rated PG. Not even PG 13. While Miss Underwood is
clearly naked, she is also clearly covered.
So…After vising Ivy Doomkitty, Dee and Dee walked with me as
we checked to see if Sara Jean Underwood was back at her table.
It was perfect timing. We saw Sara leading the way behind a
rather large handler/bodyguard. She walked
past us. Trying not to stare, I noticed her abs. Her shirt exposed about 3 inches of stomach. She proudly showed the abs that most women
find impossible to get. Somehow Sara balanced a low carb diet in a way that
allowed the muscle to display but keep the softness and beauty in her face.
