On Wednesday we went to the Atlantic City Airshow scheduled to take place over the beach and boardwalk that morning into afternoon.
Here was our view of the show from the balcony of a penthouse condo because that, my friends, is how we do:
A picture my shitty camera took of some of the plane action:
I’m not sure how but I managed to fall asleep during a portion of the show even though every time a plane flew by it sounded like it was going to rip the roof off the building and cause the windows to spontaneously shatter and shoot flaming hot shards of glass in my face.
I might be a Libra and that might be an air sign but apparently that matters little because my real interest that day was in seeing what kind of pictures I could get of the massive crowd roaming the boardwalk below:
You do know it’s August, right? And it’s like 90 degrees? And that I can kind of see your balls and now I can’t stop imagining just how hot and sweaty they HAVE to be in that skin-tight body suit baking under the mid-day sun.
Now we can pass the stupidity and ignorance down through the generations. Start ’em young, I say!
And if you started reading this post only because of the what the title promised, then here you go: