Lurking up to Stacy's
house to collect her and Lindsay.
Hugs to start the day. Anytime I said anything "male," like when I cursed at a shitty driver on the road, the girls would say, "Awww, Ed's being 'sentimental.'"
The food tour started before we even left LA. We stopped at Madeline's Bistro for brunch. And these things are like donut-holes. I'm gonna gain some weight on this trip.
Caught Stacy copping a feel of some mannequin-boob and I realized girls are way dirtier than boys. A theme was emerging - over the course of the trip I would collect a series of "inappropriate" photos, mostly of Stacy, who is game for almost* anything. Enjoy.
(*The girls definitely declined some of the photos I suggested they pose for, (not that I was pulling any legs for most of them - if not being called over to document stuff they were already doing.) But there were some "too racy" or "credibility crushing" for the blog that I have been sworn not to post.)
This girl pulled this guys hands out of her pants just before I got caught shooting them. Public Affection is Open Season for photographers, beware.
Hey Lindsay and Deanna! Come over and get some melons with Stacy!
Lemme get higher for a better cleavage shot.
Bread Boner. Stacy was on a roll and we hadn't even left Los Angeles yet. She should have squatted that loaf instead. Speaking of chicks with dicks, we shared a table our first night in SF with a tranny, and not the kind you skate. Fairly authentic surgical boobs on a totally masculine body, deep voice, and adam's apple. We overheard him/her and her man-date discuss the bath they were about to take together. Good times!