NNN at Your Own Risk: Featuring Radiohead

Conclusion from the review of the following photographs: My friends and I are REALLY SEXY PEOPLE. Ya know, especially that last pic down yonder.

Speaking of things down yonder, remember my last post, where I introduced to you the potentially revolutionary concept for summer attire, very literally dubbed Nipples, Navels and Nether Areas (NNN)? Well, last Friday, the NNN manifesto was put to good practice for my hot date with Thom Yorke at the surpassingly romantic Bell Centre in some denim short-shorts and a corset-bra for which I made the (possibly unwarranted) executive decision of conferring to it the status of a wearable top. And then I walked outside and realized that it was not, in fact, a wearable top and that I had become, in fact, a hooker. 

Whoops. 

           

My friend Carley, on the other hand, being a decent person, dressed with propriety in mind and as my accompaniment, was quite probably the only thing deterring passing motorists from asking me for a quote. But hey, that's what friends are for, right? 

Anyways, moral of the story is if you do choose to put NNN into practice in your own summer wardrobe, I can't promise that your family won't disown you, nor can I promise that you won't have to quit your day job for....errrrr.....higher employment. You've been warned. NNN at your own risk. And please don't sue me because I'm poor as shit. Thanks. Buh BYE.