bill-swift - January 7, 2015
Oh, how do I lust hot young Polish blonde fashion models taking off their tops on the rocky shores of the big blue? Let me count the ways. I see two most definitely, as I peruse the faptastic funbags of Alicija Ruchala in this month's P Magazine. I'm not sure about the smoky eyeliner at the beach, but who's quibbling when this fine female form is being photographed topless along some incredibly uncomfortable looking cliffs.
There's no doubt that when Neptune's spray covers Alicija I suddenly become quite jealous of the Roman god for wishing I could take his place. I suppose I'll have to figure out a more sophisticated way of meeting this fair-haired maiden. I do speak up to three words of Polish, plus I can turn a phrase in the international language. Not love, Esperanto. The former forever confuses me. Welcome to Egotastic, Alicija, no need to put a top on. Linger awhile, we have pierogi. Enjoy.