Angela Olszewska Topless for Adam Faber

What the hell is Angela Olszewska even made out of that would make it possible to form such an amazing bod? And how the hell am I supposed to pronounce her name when there are so many letters strung together it looks like her parents spilled a can of alphabet soup and picked the first nine letters they saw. How is a man supposed to be able to search for her later on if he cannot even remember which letters are in it?  

She has two lovely lumps of sugar hanging from her chest and it makes me hear Def Leppard even when there is not a boombox in sight. Sidenote, do boomboxes still exist, or were they just something that existed in Spike Lee films? Now the douchebags in our society only make themselves known by playing some shitty track from an iphone. If they are really rolling in dough they might even have some shitty speakers to amplify their douchiness. It really is not the same, though, as hearing it straight from a stereo resting on a man’s shoulder. But I guess I am just a nostalgic sap for a time period I never lived in.

_{Photo Credit: Adam Faber}