Where do these people come from? It’s like that episode of the Twilight Zone where all of the store mannequins come to life when the store closes.

Where do these people come from? It’s like that episode of the Twilight Zone where all of the store mannequins come to life when the store closes., originally uploaded by Malingering.

 

TITTIES!

TITTIE!, originally uploaded by Malingering.

Dodgers vs. Giants

So every time this person walked up the stairs, you would hear a deafening round of applause break out in the row where she started from, and it would grow in force as she made her way up the stairs until the whole section was united in an ovation to the titties. We began the TITTIE! cheer thanks to the keen eye of my friend and within seconds we had the entire section of loge 162 shouting TITTIES! every time she walked by, which blossomed exponentially with each trip to the concessions stand. The 3rd or 4th time we mixed it up and tried a “take it off!” chant which was followed by TITTIES! and then a loud round of applause by the crowd. Her boyfriend (who apparently was the one sending her back and forth to get beer since his ass didn’t get up once in 9 innings) didn’t seem to mind our yelling one bit. We figure he’s making the most of his investment.

I see your booty

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I see your booty!, originally uploaded by Malingering.

And your pink boots which make absolutely no sense considering the lack of coverage you are offering your asscheeks relative to the amount of layering and protection given to your feet one has to question your priorities here.

Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a winner!

we have a winner, originally uploaded by Malingering.

After getting this shot I decided that I have now captured the epitome of the South Bay, and I was able to go home, tuck myself in, and feel like the day was complete. Ah.

They say we’re superficial here in Los Angeles. I don’t know why. I think they’re just jealous.

She was running. Like running exercise running, and her asscrack was popping in and out of that camo skirt-thing. Dear god I almost pissed myself.

she was running. like running exercise running. and her asscrack was popping in and out of that skirt-thing. dear god i almost pissed myself., originally uploaded by Malingering.

Fortunately I am quick on the draw and captured this living wonder as it ran by.

Usually when I think of a beaver, I want to see less hair and a deeper pink. Hey, that’s just me.

Best Dressed Couple of the Year

Ladies. I don’t care what Paris Hilton is wearing (or what size it is), if it doesn’t fit you, it doesn’t fit you.

Let’s try harder to dress to flatter ourselves rather than create more rolls than the Michelin man. Damn.