As you might remember, my expeditious foray into the Instagram arena was short-lived because my mom somehow found out about my Instagram page before anybody else. All I wanted to do was make a little extra money on the side by showing off my heinie in a thong. The whole account is deleted now (how ironic given my recent issues with copyright strikes) but I still want to get back in the game at some point.
I mean, C.J. Miles (the model, not the basketball player) probably makes at least fifty grand a year just doing sexy poses on Instagram. I could make at least two times that because male models are underrepresented on that platform. I just need to set it up so that my mom can’t find out about it. Maybe I should delete the Instagram app from her phone. I don’t even know who else she’s following. Probably, like, Clay Aiken or somebody. Or maybe nobody at all. I don’t even know. But I’m positive she doesn’t know how to install apps herself, so if you delete one there’s no chance she gets it back by herself. Then if she asked me to re-install it I would just quick write a fake Instagram app and get it on the App Store and all it does is show her pictures of famous buff dudes from the 80’s and 90’s.
For act two, I already bought a kiddie pool and a whole bunch of Hershey’s chocolate syrup. Exactly what I do with those two objects will be left up to the reader’s imaginations. I hope all my neighbors at the apartment complex can handle DTB’s sexy body.