I’ve participated in some epic mooning battles in my lifetime.
There was the great moon of ’94 when I walked down the basement steps and my sister leapt out of the storage room butt first.
There was the ’98 midnight U-turn where my car headlights caught sight of a bare bottom directly in my path home.
Then there’s the countless times Scott and I have teamed up, stolen cameras, and left butt-notes on them.
I am relentless and without remorse when it comes to bottoms.
My Draw Something opponents never stood a chance.