THE FUTURE

Just got done watching some science show about what the earth will be like in the future. Think it was on Discovery channel.

Anyway, it got me to thinking of the future. When I think of the future, I don't imagine Captain Kirk or Chewbacca or robots that do your homework and cook you a chicken, or hover crafts that drive automatically..

I think of women like the ones above.

In my mind's vision of the future, all women will wear outfits such as the ones pictured above. Latex, Spandex, Lycra, whatever they want, as long as it is tight. They will all have asses like that as well.

Man, the future is gonna kick ass!

Low Jeans and High Thongs!!!

As the whole world is sure to know by now, I LOVE THONGS!!!! VIVA LA THONG!!!! But there is one way to ruin the thong. I have never liked the girls that wear those low, low cut jeans and then pull their thong up so you see about 4 inches of thong. It is even worse when they push down the low cut jeans another couple of inches. Come on!!! The magic of the thong is in catching a glimpse of it. Part of what makes thong watching fun is when some chick bends over to pick something up and there it is, the thong!! It appears for a second, then it is gone again. Or maybe when a girl is wearing some tight workout shorts and you can see the outline of the thong underneath. Or a girl wearing jeans and the top of the thong is barely visible. This is excitement. This is what the Thong is all about. Anyway, you get my point. I did find a pic of a girl that found a way to get around the low jeans/high thongs delimma.

I think that is a good and acceptable option. If you aren't gonna wear a thong, don't wear anything at all!!

THE THONG!!!!!!!

What is it about the power of the thong that to this day -- now that pretty much every female walking the earth is wearing one -- holds men enraptured? Dude, I recall that, in the dark, pre-thong era, seeing a glimmer of some chick's underwear when she bent over was so cool. In high school, if you catching a glimpse of a girls underwear was an achievement that you bragged about to your friends for weeks. Your friends would look at you in awe as you described the color and design of the hot cheerleaders underwear you saw. But seeing underwear 10 years ago never instilled the lascivious, sinister thoughts that somehow the sight of a thong incurs.

Case in point: I just returned from the mall, and one of the girls working at some clothing store was a big girl; not immense, but she had to go at least a good 200 pounds. Every time she bent over, she flashed some big thong action, and every guy within a 50 yard radius would stop and watch, spellbound. I mean, every guy. And not in a "holy shit, look at that" kinda way, but more in a "mmmmmm.... thongs" kinda way. I doubt they were turned on by it. I mean she wasnt exactly a looker. But the guys were turned on by the thong. My friend Brent says a thong automatically raises a girl a point or two on the hotness scale.

It's magic, people. Anyway, to every chick out there wearing a thong today, I salute you.