Barcelona thongs
by Volker Weber
I knew, this headline would work. :-) Ed was recently excited about the sights in Paris:
The women of Paris are particularly proud of their breasts this summer. I saw more cleavage (or should I say decolletage) this week than at a San Francisco strip club (not that I've ever been to one of those, of course). Particularly common are the white spaghetti-strap halter-top like garments (the Aussies call them "singlets") that seem to be 100% spandex. I'm sure the lingerie industry is pleased at how many strapless push-up bras they are selling in France this season.
Well, it is not only Paris. That happens everywhere in Europe this year. Also in Barcelona.
Comments
As much as I enjoyed this post - well, sort of - I fear everyone will now click on the "Barcelona" link instead of reading the next post with our plea for help concerning the Mac port of our decompressor.
Ah well, bummer :-)
There is a CD in my player from a group called It's Immaterial: Life's hard and then you die. :-)
That's too soft: I like Nik Kershaw's song title better: "Life's A Bitch And Then You Die"
;-)
Ok, if you want to go for realism, you will have to agree with Mr. Denis Leary:
"Because most people think, "Life sucks, and then you die." I disagree. I think life sucks, then you get cancer. Then you go into chemotherapy. You lose all your hair, you feel bad about yourself. Then all of the sudden the cancer goes into remission. You look good you feel good, you're going great, and all of the sudden you have a stroke. You can't move your right side. And one day you step off the curb at 68th by Lincoln Center and bang, you get hit by a bus. And then, maybe, you die."
Hey, I'd rather stick with pictures of spaghetti tops and thongs, but YOU started this :-)
(as I am reminded of the need to have trackback in the dominoblog template...)
You know, as a marketing guy, I could really get into this type of promotion.
The promotion on their website is for free entrance and one free drink for ladies. Not bad. They also know that they might get their picture on the web if they wear thong bikini underwear, at no risk since the faces are mostly hidden. For guys, who have to pay to get into the bar (except after 1:30 AM), they know that they are going to meet lots of women wearing thong bikini underwear there.
Men are so easily manipulated.
Yeah. I do like being manipulated though. :-D
Actually, old D&D and Fantasy Role Playing people say, "Life's a die, and then you bitch."
Those aren't called "thongs." Here in Arizona we call them "butt flossers."
--Esther
who still has her collection of 20-sided dice
20-sided dice? I am not sure you will get free admission and a drink with that. :-)
Ok, I put on my best thongs (sorry, butt flossers - great expression, thank you) and one of those white spagetti-strap halter-tops before going to the bakery this morning (ok, I couldn't exactly compete with the cleavage on the picture, but hey, this is Hamburg, not Barcelona). But all I got were catcalls and stares from really old, really ugly men, the salesguy didn't even bother to offer free coffee or bagels. Life really sucks, but I survived. ;-)
Perhaps you need to change the bakery you visit?
