I went to a wedding last night and wore a pretty halter dress. I didn’t wear underwear with it because I have managed to tuck this particular dress into my underwear on two separate occasions.
I avoided tucking my dress, but I didn’t avoid the wind blowing it up so the 4 guys walking behind me could see my butt. I also didn’t avoid spilling water all over my chest.
So embarrassing. Sometimes I feel like if the personalities of Jess from New Girl and Bridget Jones reproduced, they would create me:
The future Mrs. Arthur Fonzarelli in 2010, post underwear tuck.
Yes, you may have to put a dollar in the “douche jar” for that one (love that show “New Girl”), but think of the thrill you gave those guys.🙂
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The thrill of laughter, the best kind🙂
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Second butt tale I have read by you. Can I rent a cheek to promote chrisdevoss.wordpress.com for a day? (Temporary tattoo of course.)
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Of course, are you going to send the temporary tattoo.. or should I just get someone to write it with a marker?
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Green Sharpie please. I should get a couple more followers from this…thanks.
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there so should be a show about you – it would be a blockbuster
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haha thank you😀
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Hands up anyone who wishes they were there….😉
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Men.🙄
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hoochie
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hood rat hood rat hoochie mama
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LOL. Isn’t life full of tradeoffs?😛 Love New Girl too.🙂
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And this is why I love you.
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well I had a true hot flush picturing that one I can tell you! I bet you looked wonderful even despite the wind “ala Monroe”.🙂
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haha, that wind was hitting on me.
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lol🙂
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At least you bring joy to all who gaze upon you!
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Haha thank you, I am flattered
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