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Bathtub Gin

here are two more of my bathtub series

I think they are remarkably good pictures considering

I know nothing about photography

my camera is my macbook

I am not a supermodel

So ladies understand that in this day and age

Anyone can be a model

You just have to take pictures of yourself

Or shit, I'll take pictures of you

Better than dealing with a skeevy photog

I don't have the male parts to draw along your back with

Consider it, we would look pretty good together.



  1. keep em coming, you're stunning

  2. Theres something about your looks thats so uniqiue i cant help but keep coming back for more. I love it.

  3. Dear M thank you, its how I want you to remember me when I'm dead. Which won't be anytime soon. But the wrinkles are going to set up camp eventually.

  4. psssshhh. Then youd only be more attractive then 75% of the population instead of 85. Ya... wrinkles are worth a good 10%, those bastards!


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