I feel I must address the opposite of ‘hot ass’ and direct one’s attention to that of ‘frosty cheeks’.
Now, ‘hot ass’, I have been called on numerous occasions; however, after this week I must state emphatically that ‘hot ass’ does NOT suit! This is an occasion of supreme frostiness. A ‘bass’ of cold icylisciouness.
Oh quit your snickering! This is of epic horror that I have lost the title of ‘hot ass’ and now own ‘frosty cheeks’. What have I done to deserve such a frigid title?
For a week previous my buns enjoyed the great oven elements of red rocks under the fiery desert sun. But gasp, my assets were put on ice this week!
What does snow, mountains, skidoos, and oh yes, outdoor plumbing have in common….sigh, booty shaking of natural creation.
Now, your snickering has turned to laughter, all the while my poor buttocks are in frozen distress!
It truly was a violent change of direction from sizzle to….oh grief, assicle freeze! Will my poor ‘frosty cheeks’ ever unthaw?
I suppose, time, altitude, and latitude will determine the future of my abused sugar shakers.