bill-swift - September 28, 2010
My repressed memory therapist and I had a breakthrough this past week; what I thought had been a memory of being lost as a child in thickets of brush, calling out for my mother to save me, was actually me roving through the racks of clothing in the woman's lingerie section at a department store, yelling for store security to leave me be. Okay, so I was like fourteen and near six-foot, which would explain the call to security, but that memory of the bras and panties and lace and silk remains etched in my subconscious like a 'cold wash delicate hang to dry' label tattooed across my frontal lobe.
Which leads me to Victoria's Secret and my main angel squeeze, the ridiculously sexy Candice Swanepoel. How hot is Candice Swanepoel? She makes Adriana Lima look less hot by comparison. That's standing on the sun kind of hot. Yeah, she's pimping some stanky odor from V.S., but I don't care, so long as she doesn't spray it in my eyes when she sees me standing atop a stack of boxes peeking into the changing room. Enjoy.
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