I don't know what kind of mad synchronicity is behind this, but no sooner do I start reminiscing about railways and naughty magazines, than MJ tells me it's time to drop my pants in front of a train.
At least it would be if I lived in Laguna Niguel, California, where today they are celebrating Moon Amtrak Day. Just turn up at the Mugs Away Saloon on Camino Capistrano, and press your bare backside against the chain link fence.
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You still haven't sent me a photo of your bare bottom.
It is a requirement of all new male Infomaniac readers.
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