Showing posts with label you're not touching me there. Show all posts
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15 August 2008

"Tell Me Why" --Frankie Lymon / Crowd Surfing

[This guy gets a fondle and a wedgy and his pocket picked by 15,000 people* ...not to mention his buddies on the ground finishing off his overpriced beer.]


Q du Jour:

Alright, who here has crowd surfed?** Now, now... don't avert your eyes. If you've done it, what was it like? If you haven't done it but think you'd consider doing it, why?

I gotta say, this holds zero appeal for me. Trust, shmust. Why would I want all those grubby hands all over my body? Do women ever crowd surf or is this strictly a guy phenomenon? Either way, don't you wind up with hands where you don't want hands? Or is that part of the thrill?


* Eventually, all that was left in his pocket was a pack of Wintergreen gum. Nobody wants the Wintergreen.

** You might as well admit it. Learn from John Edwards. It's better to come clean*** immediately.

*** Heehee.