The Luckiest Man You'll See Today
Except for The Blister (two pics back), this is the Luckiest Man You’ll See Today. Other then the douche-face expression, he’s not particularly ‘Baggy. Yet he’s surrounded by the Hot. And I’m sitting on my floor picking donut crumbs out of the rug.
Stupid donut crumbs. Won’t someone invent a crumb-free donut?
That looks vaguely like SkyBar, but the “beds in the clubs” thing has been trendy lately, so it could be anywhere. I don’t know whether I support or oppose the bed thing. On the one hand, it’s freakin’ beds in a club. On the other, it means more pics of girls posing provocatively on beds in a club.
Beds in a club. Like snakes on a plane. Or potholes in my lawn.
Ah, screw it, I’ll go with it. I’m pro beds in a club. I’m also pro someone kicking Teddy Boy in the nuts so I can chew on those tanned legs for the remainder of the rainy season.
