Captain Poopey has sailed the high seas of mediocrity for many years. But when things get him down or downright give him the shits, he sets sail for this here blog and hurls a tankard or three at whatever has shat him that day. Join the Captain on the poopdeck for some rum-flavoured glassings. Anchors away and roger the cabin boy!
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Or, in Matthew Mitcham's case, they look like they're receiving a 10-inch tool.
Like the female divers though, they're damn fit.
That Aussie bird is alright. The tiny one. Wu? If only she was over 14.
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