Well, well, well, who do we have here?
Brenda Walsh, in the flesh, and showing more of it than you’d think from just the rather modest front view. Behold the back:
Sexy, in that kind of, “I just decided not to zip this mother up today” sort of way. Which, dude, I feel you — I live alone and there are times when I’m pretty sure that a particularly sassy and complex zipper will be the death of me. Literally — that I will get caught trying to get out of a dress and then fall over and crack my head open and that’ll be the end of it all. Death by zipper — so undignified.
