Tuesday, August 11

Tramps, Stamped


We've seen many things in our official capacity patrolling the Arnold "Albert" Gore Memorial Misinformation Superhighway™. We've seen stunts go mercilessly awry, animals pirouette and German balladeer David Hassellhoff® writhe around the laundry room floor shirtless in vinyl trousers. We've witnessed God-fearing, homophobic male politicians hungrily fellate state fair sausages on a stick. Of late, we've been hearing talk of, but have yet to see, fraternity lads boofing beers up the bumhole. We've seen, heard, documented or and/or misremembered it all 'long the way. Our tenured days and nights hunkered down at our station house digital portals have taught us much. That being well-said, we don't proclaim to know everything; we will, however, go on the vinyl record, respectfully, as knowing this: The three birds pictured here — the two Catholic University blondes on the right and their good time townie galfriend at left — possess more carnal knowledge than the entirety of the religious facultry.