Hi. I’m talking to you. You, trying to hide both your nipples and your tacky bush behind that towel over there. Behind that birch tree. Yes, you.
Look, I’d talk to your 50+ year old fat photographer BF instead, but hey, that respect-for-you train left his station a while ago. Quite honestly, unless I was a threat to his Nikon, he doesn’t seem to give a good Og Damn who sees your bony ass. Look, maybe I wouldn’t have given a damn either…but you see this little guy to my left? The one asking “What are they doing, Daddy?” He’s my 10 year old son. And you’re in a Park that’s open to the public.
Yes, I know Bushkill Falls is privately owned & operated. I know because I asked. That’s how I know that you didn’t get permission to do a nudie shoot there, in front of Og and Sundry ( and my 10 year old son to boot). Maybe they would have told you to piss off and go get a room in town. Maybe they would have rented you part of a trail & closed it off to the rest of the public to give you some privacy (and protect the privacy of others from you). Either way, my son wouldn’t have had to see your pretentious gnat-gravitating briar-snatch and you wouldn’t be shivering and hiding behind a tree right now.
Look, I get that you are barely 20, a ‘size 2’, and you want to show it off to the world. Yes, yes, all the world loves a super-model :rolleyes: and you figure this is your shot at fame & fortune. But did you really have to put it in other people’s faces while you photograph it? How many times do you think Tyra Banks had to hide behind trees during her shoots? Or race out of the parking lot to keep from getting ‘caught’ and arrested in a BF’s minivan?
BTW, what is up with the minivan? What self-respecting 50 year old Single Guy drives around in a Dodge Caravan anyway? AFAIK, its not exactly high on the list of cars to rent to impress/undress easy 20-something dates. Or are you cheating at That too? :dubious:
My son had today off from school. I thought I’d try to be a good father and drive him to the country today. Bushkill Falls is a fairly pristine stretch of wilderness to enjoy a nice walk, fresh air and nature’s wonders. Natures wonders, …Not Yours!!! (Believe me, it would have cost significantly less than the gas I burned to cover your skanky ass-shanks in singles in a sticky-floored go-go bar.) Who the hell did you think hiked on trails anyway? The rocks would have scuffed Hef’s slippers and Larry Flynt’s scooter would have needed 4WD. But, thanks for being such a selfish self-absorbed whore. I can only hope that the flies were biting you like they were trying to bite us today. Maybe you’ll take away more from this experience than just embarrassment, humiliation, and the realization that your life has spun completely out of control and beyond your grasp.
Because there’s always Lyme Disease.