Am I a Svengali? or digital madness Pt. II

I got the digital camera I was agonzing over in GQ along with all the accoutriments and an underwater housing. Pool party Saturday night. Lots of cute girlies with a few beers in them. With suprisingly little cajoling three of them flashed boobs underwater. Multiple times so I could make sure I got a good shot. I was ethical about the whole thing and only sent copies to the women that posed. If they want anyone else to see them it’s their choice.

I know that getting a woman to show her tits isn’t on par with corrupting her morals. I’m sure in the same situation it would have been an effort to keep a few certain doper woman from showing her boobs. Overall I’ll have to say the camera was worth it. I don’t have the gaunt, John Barrymore look so I’m not much of a Svengali. I’m probably closer the the Irving Klawesqe “cutie nudie” photographer Toe-Joe in John Waters’ Cry-Baby.

You do have my cell number, ya know. Nah, I’m sure the host wouldn’t mind if I crashed his party.

I’ll be sure to remind you to bring your camera to Dopetoberfest.

I’ll put you on the list Strainger and yes, I’m bringing the camera with extra batteries and at least 160megabytes of memory cards plus the underwater housing.