back in the late 70's or early 80's (my god i'm really dating myself), nair®, the hair removing potion that smells a bit like rotting chemicals, had a catchy little jingle about wearing 'short shorts'. ah—the memories of running around the living room singing that on the top of my lungs—but i digress.
while out on the town dining on 8th avenue in manhattan—i managed to catch a couple of pics of the new version of the 'short shorts'—i swear that every girl these days just wants to be paris hilton! these girls' shorts, skits, or whatever you want to call them left absolutely nothing to the imagination. i swear to god—when the one bent over to get in the cab i saw her knicker rat peeking out to say hello.
to make matters worse—i was eating sushi!
while out on the town dining on 8th avenue in manhattan—i managed to catch a couple of pics of the new version of the 'short shorts'—i swear that every girl these days just wants to be paris hilton! these girls' shorts, skits, or whatever you want to call them left absolutely nothing to the imagination. i swear to god—when the one bent over to get in the cab i saw her knicker rat peeking out to say hello.
to make matters worse—i was eating sushi!
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