Have you ever seen something that is so foreign to you, so incomprehensible you look twice to check its existance? And then you look again just in case it was the MSG or maybe the wrong kind of mushrooms in dinner’s chop suey. Consider these. Excuse me, butt pads? In my family we are afflicted with what we call "Hernandez ass," from my maternal side. It is undoubtedly genetic. Just ask look at my mother, sister, cousins and daughters. Never, I repeat never, would the concept of butt pads ever enter into our realm of reality.
Purse knitting, continued:


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