Saturday Skinfest

I'm trying to get this done with Clive all over me like white on rice. He's also trying to get to the keyboard. I'd like him to go and pester someone else, but until 2 minutes ago it was just myself and Her Majesty awake and here. The Hermit and Sparky were still asleep and Miss Thing is at work. But now that Sparky is up, let's see if Clive will go and want to play PlayStation with him... drat. No go. So if, like Jeff, you got here and saw a completely blank post entitled "Sa", well now you know why.

Let's get the Saturday Skinfest over with then. I'll have to come back and drool later:

This feels kinda funny, like when we climbed the rope in gym class. Manly has some odd training techniques.

Jonathan Thurston has gone for the hairless look and I'm not sure I like it. He's still goofy looking from the neck up, however. No amount of waxing will change that no matter what cause he's naked for.

If I saw this group of players on the beach, I'm pretty sure I'd soon be sitting in mud and not sand from the drool that would pour from my mouth. A bunch of tossers, but oh-so-fine to look at.

I'll give you a hint of the identity of last week's bikini clad star. Go back and have a looksie and see if you're desperate enough to figure it out. As for this week, well remember when Britney Spears was a cute pop tartlet who was merely annoying and not batshit insane? No? Think hard and see if this jars your memory:


More skin next week!