Oh, how I wish I had a photo for this post
Bill finishes trying on a new pair of jeans I bought for him and hands them back to me with his approval. He stands in front of the mirror, glorious in his pantlessness, and fashions his shirt into a makeshift bodysuit.
J: “That’s attractive! I think you should wear a catsuit version of that to work!”
B: “Like a unitard!”
J: “Yeah, emphasis on tard…”




