Last night I woke up around 3:30 needing to take some ibuprofen after coming off the high that was a good night of drinking to the Steelers playoff victory against the Bengals. I grabbed a coke and the pills and got back into bed and switched the tube on for a few minutes to lull myself back to sleepiness. And once again while channel surfing the late night shows, I tripped over the “infomercial” for some “Girls Gone Wild” videos. The guys that created this series have made a fortune, but honestly, I’d love to know who buys them. I like the female body as much as the next person, but I’ll be damned if watching drunk chicks in thongs drunkenly flash their boobs isn’t one of the unsexiest things I’ve ever seen. Someone tell me, what exactly is the thrill of that? Drunk boob shot after drunken boob shot. Oh wait, now they’re kissing each other while fighting off some alcoholic pukes! Act now and get a bonus video with 90 more minutes of this detritus!
I think my 71 year old dad would enjoy it. That older generation still gets a rush out of seeing that kind of poop and thinking it’s “naughty.” Still, I don’t think he’d ever actually plunk down good money for it. I just seriously hate it when boobs get boring. It’s something that should always be mysterious and exciting. Bah…these kids these days having everything far too easy. Respect to the breasts, my brothers and sisters!
