Culture on the Cheap
Hongo Love: One Of Life’s Mysteries Solved
Life has a strange way of unfolding. Just over a week ago I wrote about the latest salvo of visual discomfort the MTA has seen fit to let advertisers inflict on public transportation patrons: Hongo Killer.
My immediate reaction to the above image was as follows:
- Why are they forcing us to look at people’s feet?
- This is kind of gross.
- I wonder if someone gets turned on by athlete’s foot?
As it would happen the junk shop recently got in a shipment of a very special nature. Among the “marital aids”, leather restraints and yes, enemas, was a stack of a magazines called Foot Fraternity. The following is a personals ad from the thirtieth issue.
So there have you. You go to the local pharmacy and outlay $8.00 for a tube of Hongo Killer or you can contact this guy and receive treatment for no money whatsoever. I suppose it is entirely a matter of priorities. Are you are a hongo lover or a hongo fighter?