July in Ohio – Hot and Humid

Summer just plain sucks. First, there is no football. Football training camps that start in July for the NFL don’t count as football. Second, hot and humid weather does absolutely nothing to promote stocking and pantyhose fetishes. I’m all in favor of global warming if it will lead to a cooling of the planet and plunge us into the next ice age when pantyhose and tights will become a hot commodity.

Right now in a corner of Ohio, there is a drunken get together going on which I am unable to wrap my mind around – Jamboree in the Hills. This booze fest has been an annual July rite for probably close to 30 years by now. Over the course of five days, country music pickers and grinners bus themselves in to stand on stage and perform for a group of 30,000 sunburned and drunken patrons who are more concerned with yelling “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” at every girl in a bikini top who walks on by than in listening to country music. They really need issue permits upon entry to the venue to all women who intend on wearing bikini tops so as to prevent a visual assault on those who are not wearing their beer goggles.

I’ve been to this mud bowl and open public urinal a couple of times when I was in college. I worked “security” at the entrance gates, which meant that I needed to check coolers for any glass containers coming into the venue. A couple of backwoods Kentucky mountain men came stumbling up to my gate with a blue Igloo cooler. When they opened it up, I saw about two cases of Busch cans and a bottle of Wild Turkey laying on top of the beer. I told them that they couldn’t take the glass bottle of Wild Turkey in with them, and I turned around to get them a plastic container in which they could pour their whiskey. When I turned around, they were passing the fifth of Wild Turkey back and forth, and had downed the entire bottle in about a minute. I did some pretty good drinking when I was in college, but this was an impressive feat of alcohol consupmtion.

I’m not sure who is playing Jamboree in the Hills this year, and I don’t really care. I’m just waiting for the coming of Fall and temperature in the 50′s or lower. I look forward to the coming cooler months when there will be a spectrum of colors adorning ladie’s legs. I look forward to football Saturdays in Columbus with coeds in knees socks and tights. I look forward to business women in trouser socks and pantyhose. In short, I look forward to more nylon friendly weather.

Until then, please enjoy today’s stocking fetish gallery – HERE.

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