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His whites were crisp and glowing. His hair had been intimate with peroxide. His true age (or his tanorexia) showed in his not so smooth orangy skin.
You've got to have some respect for a man who puts fashion about comfort and practicality. Right?
Right?
6 comments:
i bet he was not drinking red wine in all his brightness...
Tanorexia - that's a great term!
My blog is undergoing a metamorphosis of sorts, and should be back sometime soon. Boise is hot, and becoming homey. You could say I'm incubating a bit too. Your blog is such fun to read - I write about five mental comments for every actual one that I get around to posting!
Heck yes. It's all about lookling good for the ladies.
LMAO @ "tanorexia"
good one!
He should pay someone to walk behind him with a large purple background. It would give his outfit an extra punch just like your sweet drawing.
Ha! Thanks! That is what I was thinking when I drew it. Shine on white suit guy!
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