I’m so out of it that I missed Danica Patrick’s beaver last year. Danica is a local girl from Roscoe, Illinois, about 10 miles from where I live as the crow flies. A little longer if the beaver swims the Rock River.
And you know what else I missed? Danica was in the Sports Illustrated swim suit edition looking very demurely athletic. As you can see from the photo below.
I hope this warms you up this cold winter day. And please share some of that warmth with your significant other. And if you can’t share it with you’re significant other share it with the one you’re with.
H/T Instapundit who likes pictures of pretty women, and who says “sex sells”. I wonder if that is true? OK. I’ve got an idea. There is a lot of sex in the Bible. So what could be better than an Orgasm Bible?
An orgasm maybe? Now there is a service, if it could be delivered online, that could make a lot of money. Before our lawmakers got into the act. And what would that act be called? The Hookers and Prostitutes Price Support Act. Them damn socialists in Congress are always trying to screw everything up. And you know what else? I’ll bet they only take testimony in private due to the sensitive nature of the subject.Cross Posted at Power and Control
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3 responses to “Danica Patrick’s Beaver”
That’s a hilarious commercial. (And they’re right about the beaver, too. They aren’t cute & cuddly critters!)
Danica? Wow. Strength AND beauty – not like the emaciated waifs that pass for models these days…
“…..not like the emaciated waifs that pass for models these days…”
Ummmm….on a good day, Danica weighs about 100 lbs. Not exactly Rubenesque, by any stretch.
Ms. Patrick’s low weight gives her a distinct advantage over the male competitors when behind the wheel of an Indy Car.
Don’t think that that little fact isn’t talked about on the Indy Car circuit.
She’s 5’2″, weighs 100 lbs. You can tell by the arms, legs, shoulders and waist she’s got a good bit of muscle on her. She looks HEALTHY. Not fat, not skinny. Her hip bones and collar bones aren’t prominent, you can’t count her ribs.
It’s not what we’re supposed to think of as feminine these days, but it sure works for me!