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Enough with the titty shots. I want to see abs, pecs and ass. Welcome to Sexy Boys (and welcome, sexy boys!)
A friend of mine once told me that by the time the DJ broke "Don't You (Forget About Me)" at the local Ladies 80s hebdomad, he would have already found a dark corner for a choice girl. "When I hear Simple Minds," he mused, "it just makes me wanna make out."
Look out: image-heavy! Here are my picks, along with the rest. Are they blurry? Sometimes. Was I drunk while I was taking them? Absolutely. Are my lips still chapped to hell from being so damn dehydrated? Well, I guess you'll see.
In my drunkenness last night, I indiscriminately uploaded all 117 pictures--many blurry, not all mine--to my Google photo album.
So many Macs. Nobody can tell whose laptop is whose.
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