Lest we forget…the wet t-shirt contest

Dear Wikipedia (and therefore “the Collective”),

Some days I wonder what I’d do without you.

Other days I curse you to all hell. Damn you… damn you.


Is it your goal to be thicker, harder and meaner than the Alaskan Pipeline… AND carry more seed?

I don’t think I can support that decision.

Some fads are best left forgotten,

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3 Responses to “Lest we forget…the wet t-shirt contest”

  1. Anonymous says:

    Oh c’mon! Who don’t like boobs? What are ya?? GAY?

    PS. I am a school teacher, happily married.

  2. lilydustbin says:

    um… er… not sure even how to respond to that… want a cookie?

  3. radiorocket says:

    Hey! It’s not a “fad”. It’s a time honoured and ongoing tradition of aqua-bodily intersectional performative of self-realizing physical presence (that just happens to take place in front of a crowd of drunken frat boys).