Two thighs stand strong as Elm trees beneath a skirt blowing in the wind. With the return of summer's heat, mercury soars and the two thighs--alabaster white from being covered, shrouded and draped in fabric throughout the winter months--meet for the very first time. "Nice to meet you", says thigh A with a hint of disdain. "Pleasure is all mine", thigh B replies with false enthusiasm.
Not to worry dear ones, eventually everyone's thighs will rub together sooner or later. Sometimes introductions like these are necessary; they keep us humble and our conceit at bay. (Coincidentally, my thighs were introduced about five years ago. I just 'la dat shmone faht).
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this time last year, we were bronzed and running marathons. hmph.
and i dare say i could challenge you... my WHITE (almost grey) legs could kick your alabaster's ass. but for some reason, this year, i really don't care.
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