I truly, truly hate having photographs of me "out there". I just returned from vacation and the only photos I took of myself are of my feet- and my toes and arches are half buried in the sand. I don't care how much I loved a man and how many years he was going to be overseas, I would not consent to sending him partially nude photos. Nor would I ever agree to any type of taping- of anything. I don't like a single aspect of taping- the voice, the look, the prosterity of it all. Ick. I'd rather write.
That being said, as I was uploading pictures from this week's trip, I stumbled across a Liz and Killer photo from a few months ago. It's hilarious because I think Killer has his balls resting on my shoulder blades. This almost looks like he has given birth to me and thus, very appropriate to post on the blog that I have taken a partnership in.
I hope you enjoy the charm of me having no clue that there is nothing but a worn piece of cotton between me and those nads.
By the way, is it just me or do I kind of look cross-eyed?
5 comments:
For some reason a lot of girls seem to go crossed eyed after touching my balls, or after my balls touch them, which is usually more the case.
I am displeased by this comment.
How come "balls" are such a promenient topic on this blog?
People tend to speak about topics they are familiar with and feel confident speaking about. There is nothing in this world that I know more about than my balls. I don't know why you keep speaking of this subject.
I will refrain from even trying to comment...
I'm wondering where Killer's right HAND is!
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