Bare Midriff Strikes a "Chord"

Wow.

Lots of responses have piled in since the Bare Midriff blog. Here are some of the comments:


First Comment:

El Blawgeeeto, [I have no idea what "El Blawgeeto" means except that it is some type of Spanglish derivative of Blawgerman]

For me the struggle is not to "bare" my midriff, inner or outer, but to "bear" my multisituational midriff. I think that I would rather "beer" my midriff....at least the "beering" would somewhat modify the "bearing" of the "baring".

I think the term "beer-belly" is much more noble than "bare-belly". At least there is purpose in a beer-belly. A thin guy trying to brag about his chugging ability to a truck driver from Waco that hasn't had a tee-shirt cover his navel in years has a surealistic aire to it. But take heart, my significant midrifficant, most of the Kings of England wore loose fitting regal attire for a reason....to allow breathing. But my history books tell me that these fat kings had thin chicks for queens that could wear tight fitting goat-skin tee shirts, and mini pants without ruining the King's apetite. It's good to be King. I think the saying, "I just lost my head," came from a thin chick/queen trying to encourage a fat King by telling him what I am telling you..... "keep your chins up." There is so much food and so little time.

The Rabbit King


Second comment:

Show us a picture of your belly, Blawgerman!



My Response:

You do not want to see a picture of my belly. Besides, I have no wide-angle lens. I will attribute that request to temporary (or permanent) insanity and will act like no one really wants to see the wide expanse of skin that makes up my gut.

Blawgerman.