The Ten Sleaziest T-Shirts of Ultra 2014
Photo by Liz Tracy
On the lighter end of the sleaze spectrum, there is this little guy. He's just discovered mammaries. And boy, does he heart them. But some advice from us veteran breast admirers: Don't call 'em tits and stop walking around with your hands half-closed like you're ready to get grabby.
Photo by S. Pajot
OK, guys. So this is what happens when you buy bootleg Ultra Music Festival merch from "some dude on the street with a bag." You end up wearing matching neon pink tanks that don't actually match, with wandering logos and sleazily out-of-sequence catchphrases.
What a waste of money that could've otherwise been spent on "Pussy, Weed, Molly" or "Pussy, Molly, Weed" or "Weed, Pussy, Molly."