I am quite obviously running out of Miniskirt Monday titles; however, I felt it pretty accurate summation of the theme to this week's edition.
I've learned to not expect many comments on my Miniskirt Monday posts, but I'm a statistics whore and monitor my blog's stats like an obsessed stalker - and I know these posts actually get the most traffic (big shocker), just not a lot of feedback. What exactly is there to say, anyway - "hey, nice gams!"
So, feel free to lay a comment on me or just loiter quietly and enjoy the gallery. The choice is yours. Enjoy.
The chairs, the wallpaper, the wall art, the hanging lamp... it's too much to take in. I recommend you close your eyes and count to 20 before moving on to the next photograph.
If I had a time machine, I wouldn't go back to the Roman days, or Medieval times, or the Victorian age.... I'd go right here, where there's shag under foot and mini skirts in abundance.
I miss the days where I could just sit, drink and smoke for hours on end. Now it's gotta be a special occasion to warrant a long night of binge drinking. Where does the time go?
The chick in red reminds me of somebody... Ruth Buzzi, maybe?
What a shagadelic party palace. Anyone remember the hose with the designs? Kinda cool.
Yes, kids. This is what life was like before texting.
