That’s like an adorable veil for your booty. Congrats to whomever is marrying your ass.
My obituary will read “Finally had a heart attack while screaming that flesh colored yoga pants should not be made or worn!”
Feel like we just entered somewhere in the beginning of a low budget horror film. And I’m not liking the chances of my man with his belly out surviving this scene.
Doesn’t even have to be Christmas for miracles to happen right in front of us.