In the mid ‘90’s, not only was she alive but she was one of the best.

At a time when tall, thin, Scandinavian-esque women ruled the definition of BEAUTIFUL; here was a short, black woman with a full chest.

You may not have looked at my profile, but I like breasts.

When I found a Michelle Thomas picture online (especially this one – with all that skin showing), she was quickly added to my masturbatory fantasy list.

That was a ten year period from 1988 to 1998.

There was nothing wrong with her being there until Dec.

I worked in a grocery store.

I passed by the magazines to read she had died.

As most everyone knows, all tabloids are true.

The only reason to doubt this and cloud my mind with denial would be the topic for today.

Yes, it’s sad if anyone dies.

But is it creepy to beat off to a dead gal?

When I found that photo, she was alive.

Moreso, when she posed for the photo, she was alive.

I’m also sure you’re not supposed to lay blame on the dead.

But if you show your breasts, I’m looking!

I love boobs:D

This shot has boobs and legs.

And long hair.

And a honey complexion – I love all those.

And a very southern-genteel sundress, straw hat in the sun, innocent look on her face thing going on (for a fellow yankee).

It may be all in my head.

The look on her face seemed to change after she died.

It stopped appearing to be sweet and pure.

It started looking disdainful.

‘Really?’

‘You’re abusing yourself to a dead woman?’

‘How do you sleep at night?’