Watkins Glens treats us well. This is the window of the Marina, a waterfront bar where our adventuring companion Cousin Smoker works.
The white stuff is decorative spray-on snow, and from top to bottom are the prints of Sean's ass, mine, and Chris's. On the far right is Willy's Wooshers, the prints of a 50(ish) barfly's breasts.
She is officially proof that you're never too old to press body parts against a pane of glass, 'cause that's just classic.
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