A Thoughtful, Critical Analysis On Jiggling Breasts And OvereatingS


Excuse the blatant self-promotion for a minute, but it's Friday, and it's always important to celebrate high points in one's career. That is why I am posting an article I wrote for this month's Penthouse magazine about last year's venerable Philadelphia gorge-puke-and-boobfest, "Wing Bowl."

Please know that this was my very first Wing Bowl and will absolutely, unequivocally be my last. I do urge you all to see it once in your life, if only for the small-market debauchery and massive amounts of public urination at the Wachovia Center parking lot before 6 a.m. Honestly, I'm surprised South Philadelphia doesn't flood each year.

But if you do choose to see it live, you'll have a tough time washing off the stink of wing sauce, Miller Lite, and silicone for months.

The Tao Of Wing Bowl [Penthouse] (Surprisingly Safe For Work)