You know, when I were a lad, women in their late 50s looked like old women: they wore old lady clothes and shoes, their hair was gray, they did things like knitting and sewing, baked cakes and stuff for their grandkids… you get my drift, I think.
Well what then, to make of these old broads? (links in the pics)
I mean, if you look closely at her hands, you can see she’s no spring chicken. But who the hell looks at her hands?
Then there’s Item #2 on this little list:
Apparently, Our Shania has recently discovered the joy of walking around the house naked. (you may go off and take that heart pill, now)
Finally — and I could do this for ages, but I have to end this sometime — there’s:
Well, we know all about her, of course.
Another gin, Kim? I think so. I don’t think it’s healthy to take so many heart pills in a row.