The first annual Brozovich Thanksgiving was smoother than eel ejaculate in a Wendy’s Frosty machine (in fact it went so smooth that we are planning on hosting 46 family, friends and a village of Sudanese refugees to dine on a 250 pound peacock for Christmas). Bird was devoured, spirits were imbibed (including one Christmas Tree flavored Jones Soda) and my fur pants and the wife’s matching fur skirt were the talk of the event. Total cook time for the beast: four hours.
“fur skirt” ain’t some kinda freaky CO innuendo, is it ?
Nah. The wife just made herself a fur skirt with the leftover material from the pants. I don’t have a picture on Flickr because freaky dudes like Jake are stalking her.
I bet you could make some coin with that shit…
do the fur pants come in a 40″ waist and 32″ inseam ??