OK, I don’t know what the butt(-related) gods are trying to tell me, but at this very moment I can hear some earnest person — presumably an eight-year-old, but you never know — practicing “Hot Cross Buns” on the recorder. Ah, memories.
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April 27, 2011 at 2:52 pm
thegirlontheswing
HA. And to take it one step farther/further, this now makes me think of our amply-bottomed music teacher, and the time she went to sit, missed the piano bench, and landed on her sweet patootie.
Butts! All day long! Look what you started.