I can’t guarantee a Tiny Cat Pants shirt will make your tits look this good, but it works for this reader.
Sold.
There’s no way it will make my tits look that good. Damn.
Is it wrong to want to know who this is? Hmph. (*stalks away grumbling about books and tank tops*)
She can claim credit, if she wants. Otherwise, I will never tell.
Your blog just got a lot more readable.
That is hot!
I suddenly got better at leaving comments.
This may or may not be related, but I’m wearing my too-tight-for-me Newton Dominey t-shirt and have decided that I either need to start working out again or go shopping for a training bra.
As an expert on such things, I must say those are some wonderful ta-tas.
The amazing thing (or sad?) is that I recognize those.
I’m not sure how I feel about that. :)
Ha, on reflection today, I see that where I meant “boobs,” I said “books.” Please ignore my weird librarian disorder. :)
I want those boobs.
Join the club, Coble. Hommina, hommina…
Books are good, too, Rachel. Usually stimulate a different part of the brain, though. Depending on the book.
Sam, we’re happy to objectify you, too. Just send hot pictures that will intimidate the shit out of us and make us all have to fan ourselves a little bit.
Okay, B. Happy to be objectified. It makes me feel useful. If the 2010 calendar ever comes out, I’ll be sure to send you an autographed copy.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
Once again, my dad, the All-Purpose Quote Machine: “Don’t mind me. I’m just admiring the wonderful works of the Lord.”
(Actually, my first response was to sound like my Aunt Pearl and walk over and say, “Well, aren’t you just the finest THING!” and then offer an admiring petpetpet.)
Yep, just as I was suspecting (and we discussed at lunch). I just don’t have that waist. Will deliver you a show in person this weekend, if you remind me.
Tiny Cat Pants 
I can’t guarantee a Tiny Cat Pants shirt will make your tits look this good, but it works for this reader.
Sold.
There’s no way it will make my tits look that good. Damn.
Is it wrong to want to know who this is? Hmph. (*stalks away grumbling about books and tank tops*)
She can claim credit, if she wants. Otherwise, I will never tell.
Your blog just got a lot more readable.
That is hot!
I suddenly got better at leaving comments.
This may or may not be related, but I’m wearing my too-tight-for-me Newton Dominey t-shirt and have decided that I either need to start working out again or go shopping for a training bra.
As an expert on such things, I must say those are some wonderful ta-tas.
The amazing thing (or sad?) is that I recognize those.
I’m not sure how I feel about that. :)
Ha, on reflection today, I see that where I meant “boobs,” I said “books.” Please ignore my weird librarian disorder. :)
I want those boobs.
Join the club, Coble. Hommina, hommina…
Books are good, too, Rachel. Usually stimulate a different part of the brain, though. Depending on the book.
Sam, we’re happy to objectify you, too. Just send hot pictures that will intimidate the shit out of us and make us all have to fan ourselves a little bit.
Okay, B. Happy to be objectified. It makes me feel useful. If the 2010 calendar ever comes out, I’ll be sure to send you an autographed copy.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
Once again, my dad, the All-Purpose Quote Machine: “Don’t mind me. I’m just admiring the wonderful works of the Lord.”
(Actually, my first response was to sound like my Aunt Pearl and walk over and say, “Well, aren’t you just the finest THING!” and then offer an admiring petpetpet.)
Yep, just as I was suspecting (and we discussed at lunch). I just don’t have that waist. Will deliver you a show in person this weekend, if you remind me.