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I like to observe people, especially a lady's tushy. |
Today was cold and yet young women braved the cold for a jog. Others walked about in leggings. I find my thoughts wander, "May I say you have an exquisite figure." I'd like to ride and state I adore tushy,, Peter Calahan and I never got along. The first time I met him, he reached down and punched me in the face. I had made the mistake of saying, "Hello." The second time I met Calahan was at the Peabody Grammar School. Peter had been bussed in to take a hearing exam. I got to stand opposite to him in the nurse's office .. We both had headsets on and we were asked to raise our hand if we could hear the tone. I never said a word to him. After the exam, I was told to go home with a note. Peter had punched me again in the face. I had a black eye for staring at Peter. There was a negative vibe Peter Calahan gave me. I never trust strangers. And I'm careful who I say hello to. Years later I was driving through Havard Square. I think I saw Peter. He had a baby in his arms and I assumed his wife beside him. He didn't see me. And I didn't greet him, but his wife had a cute tushy. She was wearing yoga pants. I live at the beach. Every summer the bikinis get smaller. As a tushy fan, this is fantastic! Honestly, I don't get much tushy anymore. And I've noticed some of the ladies are wearing sweaters over their tush. Is this WOKE? I have no idea how many baby dolls read my rants.. Just my two cents bounced off the tush. |