A mind like a steel trap...without the springI had something really fascinating I was going to talk about, and when I got home I headed straight for the kitchen and the computer to blog about it...but then I had to take out the garbage, and sort through the mail (new International Male catalogue!), and read my email because that's the window my browser goes to first...and now I can't remember what it was I was going to write about. Something about God and death, and something else about the ethics of pornography. But now I can't remember my brilliant insights. Hopefully they'll come back...they were pretty hot stuff.
In the meantime, rest your peepers on this lovely example of manflesh and photography:
No need to wrap him up, darling...I'll wear him home...
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