Day 2 - Rincon, Puerto Rico

Another great day in Puerto Rico.  I am destined to live on a  Caribbean Island and that is that.  So much sand, surf and sun, my senses are in overload.  Life is meant to be lived like it's happy hour...

No whales were spotted on the beach today, but I did see another first....a woman in a thong with butt cheek implants.  Yes, ass implants.  I couldn't believe  it - it was like honey dew melons had been implanted in her ass cheeks.  J actually called her bubble butt...fitting I suppose.

Just when you thought you've see it all - you see more...more than you can ever imagine.





Comments

Anonymous said…
How'd you know they were implants?
Did you take a photo?

Glad you are having a good time. I've never been on a Caribbean Island. I think I would like to try it.
March 22, 2010 at 7:16 PM
Brian Miller said…
ok, you must take the camera tomorrow..

glad you are having fun!
March 22, 2010 at 8:53 PM
k said…
I will join you when you move to reside permanently on a Caribbean Island!!

Butt Implants - ew...but I would like to see a picture of that...strange!
March 22, 2010 at 9:44 PM
CrazyCris said…
freaky!!!

and a Caribbean Island must be lovely... except perhaps in hurricane season!!! :p
March 23, 2010 at 7:17 AM
Mara said…
I too am destined for a life in the tropics. :)
March 23, 2010 at 9:10 AM
Beatriz said…
Yeah I've heard of butt implants, it kinda freaks me out though...

Have a wonderful trip :D
March 24, 2010 at 11:47 AM
Sarah said…
Implants, huh? Interesting! Could you see scars? Either way I am jealous! I got sick this week so I really need a vacation someplace warm and sunny! Hope you are having a great time!
March 24, 2010 at 9:28 PM
Maude Lynn said…
Ass implants? Seriously?
March 29, 2010 at 9:16 AM
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