We’ve written about photo shoots before (like here…and here, for example) and we’re about to do it again. Why? Because photographing our bagz in new and fun ways is kinda sorta part of the business. Boring pictures equal bored customers and all that…not to mention bored Meatbagz Broads. And while we generally approach it kinda sorta like, well, business, every once in awhile we flat out have fun doing it.
Especially when we’re not the ones being photographed.
Enter Sam and Cal, two of our favoritest male models to rock those Meatbagz.
Cal didn’t quite know what he was getting into. Of course, who could say no when we pay in beer and chips? (We like our models to be well fed before a shoot-it cuts down on the passing out when forced to carry heavy bagz around.)
After we wined and dined them, it was up to the field and down to business. Granted, the boys seemed a bit more interested in looking for hobos and seeing what exactly was living in the cars we were telling them to climb around on, but who can blame them? The cars are crazy cool, and Todd the hobo (we’ve decided the hobo’s name is Todd) is just plain crazy.
Once we strapped some bagz on ’em, it was nothing but work, work, work. Cal was a bit shy at first, but good ol’ Sam showed him how it’s done. We at Meatbagz are, after all, nothing if not consummate professionals.
The poor boys may not have realized just how many bagz we were going to make them run around with (and it may have taken a bit longer than they expected),
but damn, we got some nice shots.
And Sam and Cal, God bless ’em, put up with us until the end. When we asked if it was as bad as they’d expected, Sam said “No, it’s not bad. Although it’s kind of weird when you look at a shot and start laughing and say how horrible it is. That’s kind of…frightening.”
Then he put his head down and cried a little bit.
Just kidding. We’re pretty sure a bug just flew into his eye.
We assured him that we can’t afford to embarrass our only male Meatbagz models, so we’d keep a lid on the really bad shots. For now.
In all seriousness, we are incredibly grateful that Sam and Cal were kind enough to put up with us, and that they were such amazing sports (and sacrificed a few hours of their Friday night to do us Broads a huge favor). So thanks, guys, and stick by your phones…we’ll be in touch. Soon.
(And so will Todd the hobo. He misses you already. )