You know what I need to get me in a better mood? Another Fratboy Friday.
Here are this week's...
BOYS IN CAPS
I have a name for guys like this. I call them "Humpy MotherFuckers."
Several times a day, Philip and I can be heard walking down Broadway screaming...
"Baby, look at that Humpy MotherFucker!"
It's a little Term of Endearment. For people we want to blow.
I know that this boy is probably not a "sagger" in the traditional sense (traditional? saggers have a "tradition" now?!?!), because his shorts aren't sagging to show his boxers.
But does anyone really mind if those shorts sag to reveal the most beautiful ass known to Man and God? I doubt it?
Besides, it's the perfect segue into...
I love this picture! It looks like these boys just HAPPENED to pull the backs of their shorts down, were casually chatting about "The Big Game" - - or whatever "straight" guys who will sleep with you after half a draft beer talk about - - and then turn around coyly and say...
"Stephen, what are you doing with that camera? You dirty boy. Well, you know what your punishment is. Alright, dudes - - Bukkake Time!"
Yeah. Like that's punishment for me.
But speaking of "'straight' guys who will sleep with you after half a draft beer,' it's time for...
DAMN, I WAS SO DRUNK LAST NIGHT
Everything - - and I mean EVERYTHING - - about this pic reminds me of "back home."
The caption should simply say, "East Tennessee."
I love the Redneck Boys. The redder the better.