Tuesday, March 20, 2007

18/365 madonna

sassy philly preacher's daughter. she placed colorful curses on exes, still they tripped over themselves trying catch her eye. the highway patrolman we bared our breasts to couldn't figure out where to look. we didn't get a speeding ticket.

3 comments:

Indigo Bunting said...

If I did that, a patrolman wouldn't know where to look either, but for different reasons.

dawna said...

Yeah, it's hard to believe what a difference 20 years makes!!! It's so much easier to be perky and that kind of fearless when you're 20! I often wonder if that patrolman has told this story over the years...

Indigo Bunting said...

LOL! (I actually meant that I'm rather flat-chested!)