Evidently last week’s installment in this most beloved and excellent series of posts was very well received. Seeing as how I am nothing if not accommodating of the preferences and requests of my readers, I figured I ought to do the right and just thing and follow up in a similar vein this week.
Today’s heaping helping of hawtness comes via Poland and goes by the name of Ewa Sonnet. Most of you have never heard of her – until now, anyway – but if you go looking her up, you might want to make sure your browser filters are set to appropriate levels. Or at the very least, wait until you get home before looking her up. (Just trust me on that one.)
Ms. Sonnet is just a few weeks older than me, is much shorter than me (at 5’4″), possesses what as far as I can tell are green eyes, apparently has a career as a singer-songwriter of some kind… and just so happens to boast a 36F bust size.
Now, I do not know very much about the degree to which various bust sizes put stress on a woman’s back, but I imagine that if you went up to a chiropractor and said that you know a woman with a 36F bust, you will very likely see his eyes turn to dollar signs, like they used to in the old Looney Tunes cartoons.
(Oh, and about her eye colour… I seriously doubt anyone is actually looking at her eyes. She has that kind of effect.)
And yes, I know, there are more than the usual 7 pictures here. Not that any of you are complaining. (If you DO complain, you are unquestionably gay and need some serious hetero booster shots. I recommend doing manly shit like going to the gym and punching people in the face. Ain’t no time left over for being a faggot after that.)
Happy Friday, boys. I am flying out to Russia tonight and am very much looking forward to arriving in Moscow tomorrow morning, and then am off to St. Petersburg on Sunday. It should be a very educational and enjoyable trip. I’ll see you on the other side of the old Iron Curtain.