short skirt season

was walking around the streets this morning. we're on the verge of the annual switch from fur coats to mini-skirts. it's pretty vulgar and somewhat distasteful knowing that they dress up for the sole purpose of finding men to pay for their next shuba and finance regular meals at fancy restaurants and whiskey from scottish islands they've never heard of, and which they dilute with coca-cola anyway, thus annulling the years it spent in spanish oak barrels. on the flip side these tasty lasses give a man something to look at as he goes from a to b. get him horned up. some of them are well tasty and provoke all kinds of nasty thoughts, like this lusty one in the picture. just be careful about taking it past the looking stage. look, have your dirty thoughts, and walk on. i'm not ruling out the possibility that one of these blones could make a good wife. indeed statistics show that one in every 18,237 will, in fact, make a good wife. so get out onto the streets and start looking.