This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
8.18.2005
thai sticks
courtesy of the Cigarettes from Around the World Collection (Thailand)
Those are not butt cheeks. Those are my thighs just above the knee, where I could hang on to the cigs to keep them from FALLING—get it? Do you guys have sex on the brain or what?
C would have to be a yoga master to take a picture of a pack of cigarettes between her butt cheeks. And while she has been called many things..I doubt yoga master was one of them. C is more of a realist and it would not be pragmatic for her to pull a butt out of her bum when she wanted a smoke.
Mom, umm, why do you have a pack of cigarettes between your butt cheeks?
ReplyDeleteI was wondering the same thing. A reference to "blowing smoke out your ass" maybe?
ReplyDeletep.s. And how is it that questionchild and I know that those are butt cheeks?
Those are not butt cheeks. Those are my thighs just above the knee, where I could hang on to the cigs to keep them from FALLING—get it? Do you guys have sex on the brain or what?
ReplyDeleteThighs.... ummmmm.
ReplyDeleteC would have to be a yoga master to take a picture of a pack of cigarettes between her butt cheeks. And while she has been called many things..I doubt yoga master was one of them. C is more of a realist and it would not be pragmatic for her to pull a butt out of her bum when she wanted a smoke.
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