"That’s my husband" II

Posted by on May 26, 2006 at 4:09 pm.

One week later.

Same girl, different guy.

Down in the bushes by the letterboxes.

I give them a wide berth.

Don’t see whether her jeans are up or down.

“That’s my husband!”

She didn’t get into the apartment this time.

[Tags: , , ]

http://dnosauria.net/wp-content/plugins/sociofluid/images/digg_24.png http://dnosauria.net/wp-content/plugins/sociofluid/images/reddit_24.png http://dnosauria.net/wp-content/plugins/sociofluid/images/stumbleupon_24.png http://dnosauria.net/wp-content/plugins/sociofluid/images/delicious_24.png http://dnosauria.net/wp-content/plugins/sociofluid/images/facebook_24.png http://dnosauria.net/wp-content/plugins/sociofluid/images/twitter_24.png

Leave a Reply

Additional comments powered by BackType