bill-swift - January 26, 2011
As you know, around the middle of each month, the hirsute replacement mail lady who may or may not be having my illegitimate child delivers to me my assortment of fashion periodicals, yes, traditionally associated with a female viewing audience. Yet, I am secure in my sexuality, though I admit the needling of the neighborhood ruffian middle school boys calling me 'Nancy Pants' does grate after a while and often causes me to tear up and dash into my bathroom. But, there in my private sanctuary and toilet chamber lies such treasures as Harper's Bazaar, okay, so, women's fashions, but also Alessandra Ambrosio looking many Kelvin degrees of smoking hot and sexy-legged, as she is often apt to do, and who cares if she's wearing clothes, I mean, yeah, a bother, but something I can work around. I lust Alessandra Ambrosio, and I will follow her to the ends of the earth, let alone the pages of a female fashion mag. Enjoy.