I tore my jeans this morning, well actually they have had a slight tear in it for ages, but this morning they decided to make a break for it and try their luck at being daisy dukes. This would have been embarrassing enough if I wasn’t walking from the train station up these stairs and had this girl stop me and say (in a very snooty voice I must ad).
 “Your jeans are torn, don’t wear them again, it’s not like you”
I was like WHAAAAAT.
I then promptly turned to her and told her that seeing me on the train hardly made her an expert in what was “like me”, that I could wear what I want and although today’s outfit mulfunction was an accident I don’t need her outfit approvals anyway.
Actually I just stood there staring at her, with my mouth open and my ass practically on show. (The other convo went on in my head later)

Well that was my morning…

Here is some more half naked people, in the form of  girls in bikinis which I want almost as much as I want their bodies.