Fratbag Meditations: Aka The DB1 is in NYC
Your humble narrator finds himself in New York this week, meditating on all things suckle-thigh as well as the troubling Jerz Scarf developments of 2009 (example pictured here).
Promisingly, the boobie hotties of 2009 are on a nice trend of wholesomeness without loss of cleavite and shoulder-suckle reveal. The skankosity of ‘Baguette from a few years ago (the peak of the Lohan/Aguilera media slutt phase) seems to be giving way to more a more wholesome, if coded, “If You Seek Amy” double entendre.
And say what you will about the lack of cleverness, but at least it’s using a crude form poetic license rather than direct address. Or maybe I’m just trying to find silver lining in pop mass produced detritus.
A nice selection of hott/choad in the hopper for today, and massive props to all the ‘bag hunters who submit every day to me, The DB1. If I don’t write back to your email, I blame the two bottles of Thunderbird I downed with a homeless poet named Tom Collins while flirting with Mimi on Avenue C last night at 2am.
