Friday, January 2, 2009
The Naked Cowboy and his sidekick
Vertical drizzle. Or rather little nails of ice blowing across.
One of those dreadful days when the chill goes through your bones no matter how you dress.
The Naked Cowboy's skin seems perfectly used to the weather conditions.
He doesn't seem to be suffering.
Heck. I was ready to walk into the nearest travel agent and put up my house up
as collateral for a trip south.
A group of Asian tourists all took turns getting
their behinds squeezed by the naked hands of the Naked Cowboy.
After which they stuck a dollar bill or two in his pants.
At least his privates got some padding.
His self appointed sidekick got the laughs but not the dollars.
Got to love it. Only in New York.