Thursday, May 1, 2008

An Afternoon in Busta

For the past week or so I've been debating whether or not this girl is a true Busta. The Chairman had assured me awhile back, that, yes, yes, she was. I however, was not certain the internets could properly convey her Bustaness as some things are lost in translation.

Onward...

Everybody loves a groupie, right? Of course. So, there's this girl, pictured above. She's what I'd call a groupie. Her band of choice is the Slackers. At every Slackers show she runs to the stage and pretends to be a bouncer, stands front and center, shouting words that aren't the Slackers. As she rushes forth her beer gut flops around, she spills beer, sweat oozes from her being, her hair a matted mess, her too small clothes squeeze her excess skin in obscene ways.

No matter where you stand, no matter where you try to hide, this Busta's loud voice and dancing body will find you, and make you squirm. She'll take the ska out of skanking, she'll make your blood boil, she'll make you wish you were the Busta and she were on the receiving end.

4 comments:

Josh Booth said...

This Busta exposé is fully endorsed by The Chairman. True Busta!

Abigail said...

hahahah i love it! as a witness, i can verify all remarks made in this post. this is one hardcore busta. i'm happy you've made the decision to expose her

Karl Vorndran said...

That belly should be a Busta of its own.

Colin Morris said...

Agreed. The nomination is legitimized solely by the physical act of busting performed by the belly, if not the fashions that frame it so obscenely.