For the record...

Some people are born to moon and some people aren't.

I am not a mooner (or a moonie) and I am not subject to peer pressure. Ok, well, maybe once but that involved a lot of alcohol and a phonebooth...long story.

But I digress.

Not only do I have a rather large behind, but it is almost always wrapped up in a secure blanket of cotton, otherwise known as "the granny panty". On the rare occasion that a "granny panty" won't do, it is most certainly to be found nestled in a lycra supportive undergarment (*cough*girdle-shorts).

These aforementioned undergarments were not meant for public visual displays, as any impromptu unveiling would not only involve a certain loss of dignity, but it would almost assuredly be accompanied by uncontrollable mirth (and/or screams of horror) from the innocent onlookers.

Thus, my friends, I will save you all from an experience that would surely scar you (and by "you" I really mean "me") for life.

I choose not to moon!!!(when sober)

Note: Originally posted June 8, 2006.