May 15, 2008 by Kingston


The barista ,at the truck stop coffee shop off I-10, south of Phoenix, has figured out the only reason I stop by is to watch her scurry around in traditional
Arizona hoochie garb—
denim short shorts and c
owgirl boots. Of course, it is also often my attire of choice. So the wholesomely
hoochie barista, being a psych major at
Arizona State, says my crushing is indicative of narcissism.

Duh—but she is the kind of enthusiastic smart
hoochie that any
University should be proud of.
I am sure there are those at
Arizona State who do appreciate the
girl, but that is not the case with every
hoochie which attends that particular institution of higher learning.

The
cheerleaders, who are encouraged to shake their moneymakers at
University sponsored events,
have been axed because they posed for an unauthorized
booty shot, that got flashed around the
Internet:


Only in
Arizona, the same state where
one town banned Victoria's Secret posters, could a bunch of healthy looking young women get their bottoms slapped for revealing less flesh than does the attire required by the
Lake Havasu dress code:

But, it just goes to show, it's not always easy being a
hoochie.

In
Houston, seventeen year old
Beyonce wannabe
Marche Taylor got led away from her
prom in
handcuffs before anyone even had a chance to spike the punch:

There is no question the gown was highly
hoochie, and almost as revealing as
Tiffany Sheppard's Gilligan-Island-Meets-Hooters moonlighting uniform, and I would understand if she had been arrested for a crime against
fashion, but I think it was a bit much to call in the local constabulary.
The scene of the crime was the
Sugar Land Marriott:

Well, at least the
dress matched the decor.
Marche designed the
prom dress herself, and in a retro
hoochie kind of way, it was pretty good, and she is a stunning young
woman.
And she did agree to wrap the train around her long legs, after being stopped at the gate by the chaperon.

But then they said the reason she was denied permission to attend her senior prom was lack of
underwear. The
girl says, unlike some well known LA
hoochies, she was wearing
panties, so I guess they meant
brassiere.

That's a crock. The vast majority of
prom dresses are strapless, spaghetti strappie or some kind of halter top—and unless a
girl seriously needs it-- a
bra is a serious pain in the caboose.
They just thought she was a
hoochie.
But when
Miss Taylor didn't take the denial (and refusal to refund the price of her ticket) quietly and demurely—the school called in the local
police.
She was given a choice of jail or home.
Marche went home and the
prom went on without any overt hoochiness.
And
Madison High School's fat principal is quite satisfied that justice was served.

But he has just sealed the fate of
Texas, which has already been forsaken by god after they failed to put
Kinky Friedman in the governor's mansion.

Posted in
ASU,
Arizona,
Arizona State University,
Madison High School,
Marche Taylor,
Prom,
Texas,
cheeleaders,
fashion,
girls,
grrls,
hoochie,
prom dress,
short shorts,
women |
Comments (5)