Beach bum

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the "beach bum."

For those who don't know, I recently took a trip down to Tampa Bay-St. Petersburg, FL for a little R&R with my sister. I'd mentioned to the other TAR bloggers that I was confident my time on the oh-so public beach would yield some quality photos for our little gallery here....but I was not prepared for what you see to the left.

This is one of those sad and peculiar That-Ain't-Right moments where the actual TAR offense is committed against an innocent, without knowledge or consent. This mama strolled down the coast with her toddler flying Superman-style under her arm, bare booty to the world. As with any good TAR sighting, the question must always be "why?" Perhaps this family could not afford a tiny swimsuit...and then they ran out of diapers too. Or maybe she's preparing for a role as Lady Godiva in a pint-sized play. Or was it the tan line issue? We may never know.

No matter the cause, bless this child's heart whose mother opted to clad her in nothing more than some SPF 30 (I'm guessing it was Water Babies).

Royal Flush

Last night I was having dinner at Panera Bread, killing time before Bible study. So I'm sitting in my booth and a group of about eight people are at the table next to me. They obviously don't know each other well....from what I could tell (er...hear), they all met on the internet, sharing a hobby known as "Cribs." Evidently, it's some kind of card game. From the looks of the group, bathing is not a high priority for them...in fact, I would imagine Panera is a field trip for them, because they don't get out often!

Anyway, they begin playing this card game and hootin' and hollerin.' All of a sudden, their fearless leader shouts out that he has a "Royal Flush" and he whips out this little, plastic toilet from underneath the table---and then proceeds to flush it! It promptly makes a swishing sound, and he giggles like a schoolgirl.

I quote: "Remember, when you guys get a flush, make sure you hit the toilet!"

In what universe is it EVER okay to place a toilet on a table in an establishment where food is served???

NASCAR fever

So..... this past Saturday, my boyfriend went to a NASCAR race (John is on the right). As you can see, he had an awesome That Ain't Right moment and luckily he captured it on film. Upon zooming in I've determined that No, those are NOT fake Bubba teeth. (I'm on the verge of thinking this is just plain mean, but I'm posting it anyway, bless his heart.)

I am sure us That Ain't Right moderators would've had a field day at the NASCAR race! Can you imagine?? Wow....what an opportunity.

Frameworthy

Ok, it's my official debut on the "That Ain't Right..." blog. Thanks for the invite, girls. I hope my pictures will live up to the quintessential example you have set for us all.

I took this picture on a boat tour in Amsterdam a few weeks ago. This cruise is about $20 mind you, and for some reason, this woman thought it was worth $20 to cruise around town and sunbathe...not looking at ANYthing along the way. And just so she wouldn't miss an inch, she hiked up her shirt and unbuttoned her pants. I was with two gentleman, who shall remain nameless to protect their innocence, who did not find this lady very attractive and did not appreciate her "letting it all hang out." To make this picture even better, one of the nameless gentlemen decided to frame her stomach...I think he did a pretty good job, don't you?

PS - I just did a spell check, and it didn't recognize the word "blog." What blog doesn't recognize its own name?!?! That ain't right...

Rhinestone Cowgirl

Tuesday night at the Ryman Auditorium...typical crowd...Ben Harper groupies, hippies, young professionals and drunk college kids...and the Rhinestone Cowgirl! Denim n' Diamonds, anyone?

The Nipple-Tweaker

Last Saturday, we were visiting Six Flags Kentucky Kingdom, and decided to have a nice dip in the wave pool after a long day of heat, greasy food and two-hour roller coaster lines. After returning from the wave pool, we came across this woman tweaking this man's nipple. Not only was it a disgusting PDA, but we endured it for what seemed like forever. Folks, this is a family place! Take your kinky nipple-tweaking to the Motel 6 down the road!