Fratboy Friday

Well, yesterday was a truly Craptastic Day. Thanks to Master Aaron and John for taking me to Crew, buying me dinner and inundating me with tall vodka cranberry after tall vodka cranberry. I needed that.

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.

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SAGGERS

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...

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MOONERS

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...

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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.