Miranda Kerr Should Be Fine

I remember the day I up and decided I was leaving home. My parents, friends, the whole neighborhood. They all said I’d never make it out on my own. Since I was 27, this was pretty fucking sad. But the point is. I did make it. And without having to do ‘anal on the streets’, like my Uncle Zol had predicted. It’s scary leaving familiar settings. Forging your own path. I was kind of like Miranda Kerr leaving Victoria’s Secret. Only she left with fifteen million in her pocket and a contract to make even more elsewhere. So nothing at all like Miranda Kerr. Or like any guy who will ever sleep with Miranda Kerr. More like a moderately to low-moderately successful tie salesman. Which was a far worse outcome than doing anal on the streets.

Here’s Miranda Kerr in Edit magazine. She’s not a bad looking woman.

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