Friday Night 'Baggin'
Ah yes, the Doggie ‘Bag.
Sweeping the nation like Hula Hoops. Like Cabbage Patch Kids. Like Tamagochis. Like The Lohan’s fire crotch.
Even Hottie seems revulsed that she’s forced to participate in such a ridiculous ritual. Carlos in the background is tucking his shirt in out of pure disgust.
But the ‘bag? He loves it like a giant shoulder tatt.
Yup, it’s Friday Night.
Your stubbly narrator in all things 10 Degree, the DB1, has said hello to Mr. Johnny Walker. Because I’m upgrading from the usual ‘Train tonight.
It’s celebratin’ time. The book is almost done. The ridiculous L.A. heatwave has passed. And my feet no longer smell like gouda.
Site hottie Black Betty Bamalam has agreed to go ‘bag hunting with me to take pics for the site in the near future. She will become our covert agent. And I will post the evidence of the ‘baggery we catch.
So get out there, people. If you’re a hottie, avoid the ‘bag like crotch rash. If you’re a ‘bag hunter, smack a ‘bag and have a drink.
It’s Friday, baybees. Life is good.
