As The Dodgy heads off to a Chicago street fest on a blazing hot day, we thought to share this photo from the Daily Mail UK.
It’s so feckin’ hot, my Chinese sisters
At first glance I thought this was a group of Lucha libre Mexican wrestlers taking a dip. But these ladies are wearing the nylon mask thingys to protect them from the rays of the sun. I didn’t know it got that hot in China. Will those catch on in blistering Chicago? We’ll be on the lookout.
I kissed Gabby in this park…and she broke my heart.
This isn’t my handiwork. I knew a Gabby in high school, but we never kissed, nor did we talk to each other. I saw this heartbreaking piece of graffiti the other night. I feel your pain, mystery author. I too, kissed a girl in Ann Sather Garden. Her name was Callie and it was just before she returned to the UK. She called me an asshole after the kiss but hoped to see me again. I want to find this author and hear his (or her) story. I want to know more about Gabby.
It’s summer, so they’re out. Mosquitoes, plastic beer cups, good bare legs, bad bare legs, and porta pottys. Those big, plastic shitboxes are surrounding summer festivals everywhere. I like to call them Blues. Sure some are green, or grey, but most I’ve seen are blue. I’m sure everyone has a porta potty story, whether it happened inside or outside of one. I was hit on by a drunken high school girls softball coach as we waited in line for one. And who hasn’t walked into one occupied ’cause the asshat in there forgot to turn the latch to “red?” Then again, how many of those maybe did that purposely. Lots of pervs out there. Getting away from the porta potty for a minute, but…
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