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Introducing my new series of occasional photographs, Butt Cracks of the Inner West. In this first instalment, an encounter in Erskineville on a Saturday night. Attractive, is it not?
How, exactly, do you wear a leather belt and still get this amount of nether-cleavage?
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Hey some people just don’t maintain their stuff at home just to get a chance to see his/her favourite handyman butt crack.
This will be an interesting series nonetheless.
absolutely, kind of like a new moon!
The only think “handy” about this buttcrack was that it was at the very next table! I was enjoying a rather nice riesling until this point of the evening.
Oh Pleeeeeease join this facebook group. Your pics are perfect for it, and I’m sure the administrator will link to you too.
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=5875350676
@Kristin: This is going to sound a bit party-pooper, but I’ve stopped joining any new Facebook groups because I don’t trust those bastards not to make further unilateral changes to their privacy policies. Indeed, I’m hardly using Facebook at all these days.
The E’Ville beer at that place is pretty good!
@Chad: Indeed, the beers at The Hive Bar are well worth exploring. As are the cocktails.