The Zebra
Poppin’ collars mean it’s Friday, and Labor Day weekend no less.
Apologies to those of you at work if I’ve been posting too much skin the past few days. I try to keep my site family friendly and work safe, because I know how important it is for pre-teens as well as those with uptight bosses to be sure to study the ‘bag/hott plague on a daily basis.
Speaking of, if your work firewall blocks the enlightenment and spiritual balm offered here at HCwDB on a daily basis, you can always try accessing through the alternate URL:
Your humble narrator, The DB1, has a mellow weekend planned. Finishing my book. Eating many bowls of sugar cereal and tasty HoHos. Downing a few bottles of Thunderbird. Good times.
As to identically dressed hotties and ‘bags, woe is the creature that slouches towards Bethlehem to be born. But that arching back on Bleethed out future suburban Long Island mother of four on the left is very curvy.
