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Sydney, as seen from the Manly Ferry. September 2012.

Theme Thursday again and the day is nearly over. I didn't have a strong FOUNDATION to start with, and I will be frank and confess that the sheer number of panties, knickers and assorted ladies undergarments that I was confronted with today really did undermine any potential ideas that I was planning this Theme Thursday.

It was a warm start this morning. 23°C when I stepped off the bus in town (7:40 am) which meant that every second lady in Hobart seemed to have opted for a skirt or dress. However, the 140 km/h renders the combination every pervert's dream.

What's the emoticon for blush again?
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Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

I think the only emoticons I know are the smile and sad ones. I would say to just put the words(blush emoticon) in parentheses and call it a day.

So having a perverted day does seem like a nice day if one is into that kinda thing. Maybe deep down we are all just a little perverted and too ashamed to admit it. Not sure how viewing something nature is providing makes one a pervert. I think it just makes you a lover of nature. LOL

Oh and that picture is really beautiful. One of the most recognizable buildings in the world. You truly did it justice.

Thanks for playing and Happy TT to you.

God bless.
5 October 2012 at 01:55
Siobhan said…
Haha! Gorgeous photo.
6 October 2012 at 14:31
Dulcina said…
Hehehe, blush-blush-blush.
Beautiful photograph and funny words about no foundation.
:)
9 October 2012 at 13:50
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