This sexy girl is tanned to golden brown crispity crunchity goodness.

I really couldn't have asked for better lighting when I was taking this shot, or a better view, for that matter.

That's what I like to call prime rib, aged just right and roasted to perfection.

I wonder who the mature, sinuous redhead is. Could it be the matriarch? If so, I'd like to order the daughter-matriarch special.

Most of us will never really be sure what this girl was thinking when she was buying those boots. But we'll forgive her because she has quite the leg.

The quarrel of the sparrow in the eaves

The full round moon and the star-laden sky

And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves

Hello, my fair, fair Polish lass, and thank you for the little grin!

Had hid away earth's old and weary cry

I've an idea! Next time, why not just walk around town in nothing but your thong? (Just be sure to let me know when you do.)

And then you came with those red mournful lips

And with you came the whole of the world's tears

And all the sorrows of her labouring ships,
And all the burden of her myriad years

And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky

And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves,
Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry.