Spotted On Manhattan Avenue: Genius

Yes, gentle readers, summer is definitely upon us— and with it comes an affliction affectionately called “swamp ass”. Some lady friends and I recently discussed this condition at length and how to address it. I will not go into any details at this time but I will state that panty-liners were brought to the table. Now jump back to today; as I am running errands I am thinking to myself:

• Wow, it is pretty damned hot outside!
• My chest was getting, well, kind of swampy.

I had honestly never given the latter matter much thought. What I have in the way of “cleavage” is at best nominal— but this was really beginning to annoy me. It was at that moment I looked up and saw something nothing short of inspired.

As you can see the above chap has taken some napkins and crafted a sweat-catcher for his “boobs”. I’m a little disappointed I myself did not think of this first but nonetheless give this creation two enthusiastic New York Shitty thumbs up. You go, Greenpoint!

Miss Heather