An attempt at redemption

Sitting here in my Jagermeister- fuelled fug (that could also be attributed to all the stilton. It ain't too pretty here at Arseman Towers), I feel the need to attone for my disgraceful behaviour of late, so here is a smattering of perfect posteriors.
Or at least, I think they are, I can hardly see the screen of my laptop through the cheesy miasma in here...