You know that I have currently made a proposal of marriage to the bottomside of Italian model Claudia Romani. And, yes, the rest of her will have to come along, which is more than fine by me. But it is that superior Miami Beach booty that most inspires me to make such a bold leap as marriage, an institution I otherwise treat as the acidic blood of the lizard creature in Alien.
A killer tush can make a man forget so many of his principles. Like a mind-eraser machine that leaves the victim feeling nothing but hungry for a buttockal squeeze, and he'll do whatever it takes to feel those double cheeks of flesh perfection. I'm ready to be erased. Enjoy.