Nude. Breasts Made Debut.
Yesterday, I wrote about a pretty insane mishap that would be a great addition to my WWE. When that got attention, fans started hitting the site with as much as they could, including a photo of Chyna's clitoris from her sex tape with Sean Waltman, accompanying images used to form a comic strip slideshow, and a photo of Trish Stratus strategically posed in just a thong. My friend Keith Harris had speculated yesterday that this may have been tied into the recent management changes at WWE. He was right: With traffic down, one of the website staffs new ideas was to start a gallery of photos shot by fans at live events. It's a good idea in theory, but WWE executed it wrong in every possible way. Obviously, the biggest misstep was not moderating the gallery, allowing user uploads to show up instantly. In addition, all that users had to agree to before uploading photos was that they had the rights to upload the photo.
I learned how truly very Mormon I really am, to the deepest part of my soul. He wants me to sit around while he does his stuff. I am a happily married mono-faith guy who has no testimony of dusted base boards. She went to BYU and did a 2 year mission, but since she was a girl she got to have a car instead of a bicycle.
The point of a date is to get to know someone better. To me, the core question is, is this person inclined toward self transcendence are the inclined, desirous, self aware enough to be selfless. I am clinging to it because we are back to the same old thing I must admit this last couple of years has been hard on me.