What's in a name? Nothing. What's in April Pearson's name? Well, first of all, who is April Pearson? Oh, an actress, right, from England, you say, okay. Whatever. Didn't we have a war to rid ourselves of the British scurvy? But back to my original question, what's in a name—no, sorry, my second question: what's in April Pearson's name? Nothing, of course, but what's in April Pearson's skirt is a pair of panties, and you can see them!
Where can you see them, you ask? Where else, between her legs. No, that's not what you meant. Of course, I know that, for I wrote that. There is no you. Weird, right? You think there's a you, but really there's only an I. Me. But we're going far afield from panties, which is the thrust of my argument. Well, it's not really an argument per se, whatever per se means, but more a statement of fact. That fact being illustrated in vivid color by the Taxi Driver Movie wankers (link below).
So, what do you think? Panties of an actress I've never heard of, but that is a moot point compared to the very pointy point in my pants looking at this beauty as she unbeknownst to herself bares her private parts. Kudos.