Sometimes a woman doesn’t show off her body to model or to advocate. Sometimes it is her right by law.
Members of the Outdoor Coed Topless Pulp Fiction Appreciation Society recently dug out and went out for some much needed new sun, something many readers here take for granted, like MMJ.
Being cooped up under mounds of snow leaves one a little stiff. Time to limber up.
Appearances are checked on in natural sunlight instead of artificial indoor illumination.
Some light reading is done in the best rays.
Then an atomically correct snowman is built.
Having seen ’50 Shades’ one reader demonstrates ‘The Tina Turner’ maneuver
Then, it’s one last “I Love Dr. Zhivago” before catching the ‘B’ train.
Meanwhile, on the West Side