Rule 5: Hillary Fisher

Posted on October 19, 2013 | 5 Comments

You’re going to do a lot of scrolling to see all of this one. I grappled (so to speak) with that problem. To the extent I am able. As one of my rare commenters, Darkwater, says, memory is the second thing that goes as you drop into final approach on the Psalmist’s seventh decade. Indeed. Alas.

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5 responses to “Rule 5: Hillary Fisher”

  1. jdallen | October 20, 2013 at 9:09 am |

    My, what a joyful lower unit. Reminds me of a barmaid I once knew. She was wearing a tight dress one night, delivered a pitcher of beer to our table. I watched her start walking away, called her back and gave her a $5 bill (back when that meant a lot of money to me) and told her what a fine ass she had.
    She took the fiver, looked at me and said, “JD, I’m not in the mood for any of your shit tonight.”
    But I still got to watch her walk away again…

  2. SnoopyTheGoon | October 20, 2013 at 12:52 pm |

    And evenly suntanned too. I wonder… oh well.

  3. Dick Stanley | October 20, 2013 at 4:49 pm |

    T&A, one or the other, I can’t decide which I like better. Still, despite Darkwater’s aforementioned loss. Could be a tan, could be the lighting, could even be makeup. A majorette I knew in high school, her legs always looked tanned under her shorts, even in the late fall. Someone broke the illusion by telling me it was pancake makeup.

  4. jdallen | October 21, 2013 at 8:07 am |

    I bet she isn’t tanned under the thong.