I like full moons for several reasons but mostly because they remind me of a big, bare ass. Be honest, butts are funny...especially naked asses. Anyway, a second reason I am so fond of full moons is because they make me think of the times I have been eye to crack with them. There was the time my junior high crush mooned me off the back of the school bus ( i was so in love), and the time I saw my friend's ass across the bar (i was so humiliated), oh, and the time I walked in on my pa--- JUST JOKES! That's gross. Seriously, when I feel depressed I just make people pull their pants down. All is good in the neighborhood once they kindly oblige. So I know I seem a bit obsessed with asses, but if you knew me, you would understand (not that that fact alone makes my obsession okay or normal, but play along, for my sake). Butts are my one and only fetish. If loving and appreciating a juicy rump is wrong, I DON'T want to be right. You can quote me on that.
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