It's rare that anything from over there can inspire something other than creative delight or pity, but this Utopian sentiment got my thought train to leave the station.
And so, I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to the photographer from 'Yunk Hunk magazine. I do realize that you were only doing your job and wouldn't ask me to lather my thighs in canola oil unless it was professionally required. I'm also sorry for the scissorkicks and what I did to your bearskin rug.
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