I don’t want to jinx anything, but this is probably the year Lucy Collett and I are able to express our passions for one another in a more physical, and less virtual manner. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s soon to experience three minutes of what she will only be able to giggle to her friends as the best three minutes of her past Tuesday. I won’t just leave Lucy smiling, I’ll leave her unable not to smile for up to 72 hours. I ought come with a warning label. And, yes, I did start my Friday happy hour libations a bit early here today.
Each Friday we like to especially call out and honor and otherwise leer greedily at some of the finest lady humps on this planet. Lucy Collett isn’t everybody’s cup of tea, but she makes my crumpets tingle. Thank God It’s Funbags!