I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, but I’ve been blogging for years and I’ve never once been invited to this Leather and Laces Super Bowl Party. I mean, it’s got everything I look for in a party: a bunch of hot lingerie models in leather and an open bar. So here’s Behati Prinsloo making me wish I’d gotten to spend last night bugging her to play some two-hand touch with me instead of in my basement surrounded by
my friends the Little Tuna and a bunch of pizza boxes. Oh well. There’s always next year.