I found myself at a photo-art opening/daytime party Sunday. It was in a converted loft apartment somewhere south of Humboldt Park - there was a great view of the city skyline - along with the hosts' tits, all over the walls. Her tits in a industrial freezer, her tits at a steel mill, her tits in front of a laundromat, etc. She was very charming.
And plenty of fondue fountain poo poos.
I now feel the need to cover my walls with giant photos of myself.