Saturday Skinfest

I was really hoping the Storm would go down in a screaming heap tonight (yes I'm doing this early - shush), and since they didn't I'm kinda depressed. I've been drowning my sorrows in Duran Duran videos on YouTube and re-living 80s music. Sure the lyrics of a lot of their songs make no sense, but let's face it - did a lot in the 80s make sense?

And had there been pictures of them like there are of my footy players today, no doubt I would have drooled over them, make-up and all. Yes, even then I was like this. And so are you, because well, you're here. So let's get to what you came for:

Even with a HUGE black eye and the icky arm tatt, Daniel Conn is pretty damned hot.

This is the last time you'll see Mark Gasnier on this blog. He's gone of to play that sissy rugby union in France, but at least he didn't sneak off in the middle of the night like some certain other player who will never be seen here again! Even with the surfboard rash, Gasnier's got a sweat bod... for a wanker.

What the hell is Michael Witt wearing? I, for one, think he'd look better if he just removed it.

Jessica Alba just had a baby a couple of months ago and now she looks like this? I hate her. Thanks to The Superficial for the pic.

More skin next week!