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New York Goes to Work's "Big Fat Hairy Man" is NOT NUDE

Each week on New York Goes to Work, Tiffany Pollard (aka Flavor of Love's New York) gets placed at a new undesirable job.  For instance, one week she worked as an exterminator.  If she completes the job to the approval of the boss, she receives $10,000 (which I think is way too much for ONE day of work...they should have probably just kept that number to themselves, with the economic crisis we're in and all.  But hey, maybe New York can single-handedly save the economy by buying lots of vodka and ranch dressing...).  ANYWAYS, the show is kind of good, because New York is hilarious.  Although, this show is kind of like a copy of The Simple Life, which is WAY better (dare I say, THE BEST SHOW EVER?!). 

But back on track: This week, New York was set to work at a nudest colony.  Of course, she was freaking out about all the loose dong and boobs, because as it commonly seems: most people at nudest colonies are either senior citizens or large. 

So there was one man there that New York deemed "Big Fat Hairy Man."  This guy was really flamboyant and annoying.  He kept asking her to find "the floaties" for him, which I can only assume (and hope) were some sort of pool toys. 

The main issue with BFHM?  He was not nude!  Now some of the people there were wearing vests or open Hawaiian shirts (don't ask me why), but this guy was obviously wearing some sort of speedo or loin cloth.  That's fine!  I mean, only expose what you're comfortable with!  But New York repeatedly freaked out over his junk.  Take a look here:
As you can see, I've circled BFHM's apparel in Microsoft Paint.  I refuse to believe these pieces of cloth are some sort of hip guard crotchless manties that let his peen fly free.  I just don't buy it.  SO this leads me to wonder: is this guy an actor?!  I've often wondered this about New York's shows.  Especially in New York Goes to Hollywood when she had to do that Japanese commercial where she said "BECAUSE LIFE TAKES CHOPS" and the director was a complete lunatic who was throwing stuff all over the place and acting like a demon who was 3 seconds away from murdering everybody.

So even though I feel betrayed by the producers at New York Goes to Work, I was not that worried.  But I was worried when I saw this on BFHM:
I don't know what in the world that is hanging out under his gut.  On the TV it looked like a towel, but now it looks like a giant donut.   Maybe it is one of "the floaties?"  What do YOU think?!

Going to Europe tomorrow,

so there probably won't be much posting.  Just wanted to let you know!

Misty Water Colored Memories: My boyfriend Airon

About 5 years ago, I purchased a "boyfriend."  This boyfriend was redheaded, inflatable and very small, but we developed a strong attachment to one another.  Upon buying him, it was decided that he should be called Airon (when said it sounds like a legit name, but when spelled it's PUNNY!).

Airon was a real doll (punny again).  He wore nothing but his biker shorts, and he had sparse chest hair.  We shared many great laughs at our house on Dixie Trail.  Sometimes he would join our group in a round of drinks.  We would stand him up in the corner.  Eventually he would fall down, and we would get the biggest kick out of it, claiming that Airon drank so much that he couldn't stand.  "AIRON FELL OVER AGAIN!  HE'S SUCH A LUSH," we'd all yell.  OH AIRON!

Months passed, and I moved to Bickett Blvd.  Sadly, Airon popped during the move.  I tried to keep him propped up in a lawn chair, but it wouldn't be long before all his air would run out.  I eventually threw him away, but it was hard.  I loved Airon.  He was the perfect beau...except he was shorter than me. 

Now I'll highlight some of our favorite moments together:

As you can see, Airon always wore a glow necklace.  He used to be into the rave scene, and never could shake it completely...

 

Above is a photo in which we're laughing it up.  I agreed to let him ride on my shoulders even though I had a broken foot!  And I have no idea why I always wore that coat...

This one above is one where Airon had fallen down in a drunken stupor!  Please excuse the appearance of the house- we were in college!!!

In this one, Airon fell down AGAIN and left himself in a compromising position!!!  He had a lot of explaining to do in the morning!!!

Here is one of Airon and I sleeping in on a Sunday morning!  I'm nestled into his nook!!!

Oh Airon and I did have some good times.  I look back at those times fondly, and I smile.  He'll always have a part of my heart.  I just wish he was still with me now.