It’s late. I’m tired. But I’m trying to post every day – just an exercise in consistency. I know quality over quantity, blah blah blah, but sometimes you just have to put something short and sweet.
Like briefs. Definitely short. Not necessarily sweet.
Alicia and I were walking to the Improv theater when she grabbed my arm and pointed at the ground.
“Is that…” We inched closer.
Yes it was.
“Can you see the size?” Alicia asked me.
I thought it was a strange question, but I suddenly had to know.
Ah. Large. Would the man of steel be anything but a Taille Grande?
We looked up and down the street, but the man of steel was nowhere to be seen.
“That’s pretty funny,” Alicia said, “It almost beats the weave and lucite heel I saw on the corner last Friday.”
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