come on, admit it. You wish you did have an arse like mine, you can't really deny it. You don't even have an arse. It's like an anorexic's arse. I've sculpted my arse with long hours of sitting on it and eating chocolate. Nothing beats my arse. Well, actually, there are lots of things I can think of that beat my arse, but I can't write those down on the interwebs!
lol, can you tell I've found my mum's chardonnay? it's shit, but it does the trick.