It's a Friday. We're dragging. Everybody needs a little pick-me-up, especially when so many of us have a holiday long weekend dancing in the distance just far enough away that we can't reach out and grab it yet. And so, to make the workday slog at least a little more pleasant until you can sip that first martini, I present to you: Bobby Trendy's latest and greatest hit.
He looks like he just went out into the wilds of Las Vegas and hunted, caught, and skinned that showgirl his own self, and is now wearing the spoils of his labor the way a woodsman might hang a moosehead over the fireplace.
