I’m sure you guys have gathered that I’m filling in for Fish while he’s “whistlin’ dixie” or whatever the southern phrase is for discreetly checking out boardshort bulges from behind aviators. Something about bumps on a log? I don’t know, I went to college. Anyway, there won’t be any genuine The Crap We Missed posts this week because those things take me a shit-ton of time to curate — yes, they deserve this high-class verb — so I’ll be wasting all my time this week not finding pictures of Prince Charles crapping in fighter jets. (Please send hatemail to firstname.lastname@example.org) You’ll have to settle for random bikini galleries in his place, which I know is both a travesty and an affront to the crown.
Ah fuck, I couldn’t help myself. Feed my lovelies, FEED!!
- Photo Boy