Oh the things one can see...
Tonight, on our drive out, we flashed past three "girls gone wild": some adolescents out to enjoy themselves, playfully flashing their bare-white posteriors by the side of the highway then running off down the embankment.
And if they hadn't been such fine examples of cervidine pulchritude, I'd have been a bit alarmed.
(We saw a fourth up by the Terry Fox memorial and lookout, having a bit of a picnic supper all on her onesies, and it took over a minute before my coughing fit scared her away).
And if they hadn't been such fine examples of cervidine pulchritude, I'd have been a bit alarmed.
(We saw a fourth up by the Terry Fox memorial and lookout, having a bit of a picnic supper all on her onesies, and it took over a minute before my coughing fit scared her away).