Her Boots are Made for Stalking

Alright, I keep writing that I am not going to turn this blog into some Erin Andrews Shrine. However, when I get pictures like this sent to me, what is a red blooded male supposed to do with them?

Does a booze hound pass up a free cocktail? Does a stoner skip a free hit of Mary Jane? Does a good wing man not jump on the grenade so his buddy can score with her friend? No, Never, and Hell No.

Keeping these pictures to myself would violate every unspoken man law imaginable.

It is my duty to provide them to Andrews stalkers everywhere. You are all welcome.

Happy Friday.



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