A while back I gave a preview of my coffee table book idea, "Homoerotic Sports Pictures." Here's the second preview:
Does this guy ever live this picture down? I bet his friends made t-shirts out of it.
What are the chances he's saying, "You smell good?"
He's not allowed with 20 feet of a school yet he can ref wrestling matches?
Europeans are weird.
As far as homoerotic sports pictures go, this is the Mona Lisa.
Now that's what I call going for the ball, zing!
No wonder this is Graham's favorite sport.
This is the opposite of how I'd celebrate something.
The Lakers are always screwing someone over, aren't they?
This gives no meaning to "taking a charge."