I think Technorati is missing a tag for "Starrbutts" - but I'm sure you can remedy this! ;)

The problem here is that you are in a Starbucks. What you need is a good KeyFood. I recommend the one in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn. Saturdays around 3. Meat counter. Firemen. Lots of them. Don't matter that they are in full gear. It's the essence here you're after. And that full-bodied smokey aroma that follows them wherever they go. m-m-mmmm good.

Gosh, Sparky. You're looking for butts in all the wrong places. You know, it just may be that high doses of coffee wreak havoc with butt muscle tone. Follow Amanda's train of thought and go to the fire station. If you don't mind. I've been waiting for quite a while here.

Uh-huh. Me to fireman: "Excuse me, can I draw your butt?" Fireman to me: bam bam bam bam bam slash pummel kick. I don't THINK so. Saggy Starbucks butts is all you're getting from me.

Nice one W. You really know how to make life drawing a great excuse for checking out butts. =)

middle row, right edge, with the chin up and the hair, ha! she's so cool! :)