I have developed a tanline fetish over the years. I mean I always liked tanlines on bitches at the strip club, because of the way it would highlight their bolt on tits and bodies under the black light. It was just a perfectly trashy, especially knowing it was an overly baked french chick who spent her days in the tanning machines….it was mid-winter and they weren’t on an all-inclusive in Cuba….

As the internet got more and more popular, people started becoming greyer skinned, unhealthy looking, computer bodied, screen squinting faced, freaks of the internet….the whole idea of the tanline was something I could pretend wasn’t part of their laziness, it was the outdoor, active and fun tanline…which was hot amongst the zombie wage slaves of the subway line….

But now, the tanlines exist as an extension of their laziness, they’re just more vain than they were thanks to zoom meetings, so they just hose themselves down with chemicals, ending up with tanlines because they don’t like showing the mobile spray tan lady their cunts…but the good news is….they still have tanlines, painted on, not active or healthy or in the sun, but those are just details….who cares where the tanline comes from…just be happy it is there.

The good news is that tanlines will survive the apocalypse and even when the sun is turned off, when the air is too toxic to breathe, the laziness keeps us laying in our pods eating slop, THERE will be tanlines. Sure, it will depend on whether their social credit scores are high enough…

So tanlines are forever and here’s some tanlines!

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