New Yoi’kers are nothin’ more than dir-ty, fil-thy, rotten muff-divers! Do you he-ah!” Turning his head slowly, without moving his body, Ober stared at each New Yorker in turn, finishing on my corpulent presence with a deep scowl of disgust. “I’ve ne-vah known one of them who wasn’t…a dir-ty, fil-thy, rotten muff-diver! Nevah!!!”.
This wasn’t no excursion to some all broads college with me working to get some muff diving professor and her prize pupil back with me to my room.
The Archaeology of Muff Diving.
You muff-diving, bleached-out, burnt-up old dyke.