skaters of every stripe

Dear Reader, for those of you just joining us here at "what would kylie do?" this blog is largely dedicated to the research and study of fine bums, like kylie's, and the refinement of my own posterior.

Which brings me to the Olympics. I watch and I stare--at the bums. The figure skaters and the speed skaters have got nice hard, rounded out behinds. I think I can skate. I have skated. Maybe i will skate. I'm just going to stop conjugating the verb "to skate".

There is a Russian skater with the last name of "Slutskaya"-- No problem getting dates there.

If i was a speed skater zipping around in those body-tards with the little breathing patch for the crotch (i'm not making this up, they have little mesh-y bits), and if i was a guy, or a certain kind of guy, i would seriously think about shoving a piece of hose or something down my pant leg--you know, show the lads and ladies a bit of the ol' naughty bits. OR, what if you filled the crotch area with marshmallows and just confuse everyone.

Week 7.5
I started today with a walk to work with a little encouragement from the kylie on my ipod. with every word of love for the dj in "love at first sight" i picture my average booty morphing into the uber booty (how do i get an umlaut on this thing?). I sit at my desk now with a very large latte and a pink muffin. okay, the pink muffin is gone...i ate it. it was very good.