I posted pictures of Natalie Pinkham in her bikini yesterday. She’s some kind of TV personality in the UK that my one UK reader never heard of. I generally don’t take anyone who reads this site’s word on anything, because I can only assume they are as useless as me so I’m stickin’ to my story and even if she’s an unknown, someone’s taking pictures of her so she’s important enough to post here.
This as her second day in a bikini, forces me to reflect on my experience with her yesterday. I ripped into her for having a vulgar last name, not vulgar in a good way like “DrippyCunt” or “AnalWhore” but in a name that made me think of eating a ham sandwich and not the kind attached to a hot chick, but a 3 day old one that I found in the trash and had no choice to eat because my drinking left me on the street and it was the only food I could get my hands on.
The good news is that with a new bikini comes a whole new outlook on life and I realize that complaining about a girl’s name is pretty fuckin’ weak. The reality is that I am a horny fuck and her body looks pretty fucking good to me. A name really means nothing and bitch could not only be named PileOfShit but also smell like a pile of shit and I’d still try to pretend I was a grain of sand as I irritated her pussy while she laid there in her wet bikini drying off in the sun. When she’d ask me what the fuck I was doing, I wouldn’t answer because I’m that good of an actor and everyone knows that sand can’t speak.