Culture on the Cheap
That is what I needed Monday. Sleep deprivation, infected anal glands and unsolicited offers to buy my url be damned! I wanted satisfaction so I went out and got it… with a little help from my friends.
Last weekend my buddy Larry da Junkman gave me this pair of comedy breasts (as modeled by our cat Artemis). He knew I needed them. I knew I did as well —but for what?
Then I remembered being called “nipples” last month and it all fell into place. Clearly the men of Brooklyn crave boobies. They are obviously not getting enough mammary goodness at home, so (being the civic minded person I am) I have decided to provide the nipples they sorely desire. My mission: to bring the mountains to Mohammed— in a manner of speaking.
Yesterday was the first step in my long journey to boobify Brooklyn. Excited, I threw my mamazons into the backpack and hit the road. Destination: Greenpoint and Williamsburg. Follows are some highlights.
I started simply on Quay Street.
On Roebling Street I realized they fit fire hydrants quite nicely.
I call this one “Red, White & Boobs”. It comes from Union Avenue.
I always thought this knight (gracing the front of a Polish Restaurant on Manhattan Avenue) was cheesy. I like him a lot better now that he sports a rack!
Does your neighborhood have a Starboobs? Greenpoint does!
And last —but hardly least —my favorite:
It’s amazing how much fun you can have with a pair of fake boobs on a Monday afternoon. Methinks I will carry them with me from now on and photograph them where ever my feet happen to take me. Watch out Brooklyn, you are about to get boobified!
P.S.: You can see more of my boobification pix by clicking here.