I wonder if tanlines are a fetish of mine because they show women living on the fucking edge, you know like looking in the face of danger and saying “fuck off, you can’t hurt me”….similar to getting off to girls who masturbate in public trying to get caught, or who get naked on motorcycles, or who bike in short skirts, no panties, through the busy streets with no helmet, just pussy on street.

I tend to not fear the sun, and feel like it’s good for us since it makes vegetables grow, but at the same time, Australian women look 50 when they turn 30, ask Margot Robbie and that’s with all the money she’s got to save herself….

Then there’s an over-tanning woman I saw in the grocery store last night, similar to ones I’ve seen on the beaches in Florida in the 90s when I was into going to Florida, not that I wouldn’t be now, just none of you have invited me to hangout and that hurts…like the loser never invited to the birthday party, or the swinger party, WHY WON’T YOU LET ME FUCK YOUR WIFE?

But yeah, that over-tanning woman, who likely winters in Florida where she continues to tan, all addicted to the sun, straight up SUN DAMAGE and out of a horror movie, makes me believe the SUN does fucking jack up the skin, so that the tanline is all the more rebellious, just not when it’s out of a jar, which some of these could be.

Either way, TANLINES, HIGHLIGHT THE GOOD PARTS!

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