What is it about Saturday afternoons that induces one into so great a state of lassitude that the new doesn't get read, the cats don't get fed and one ignores the important things - like ogling barely clad beauties bathing?
Having said that, I would like to add, that I have nothing cogent to add.
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I was out there in my speedo. Is that not barely clad?
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