We like rowing, we do. So inspired were we, in fact, that in an unprecedented move we – by which we mean us – went to the gym on Saturday and had what is known in the business as a ‘workout’. And yeah, we were losery enough to go on the rowing machines in the belief that seven minutes thereon would give us that body like-that-up-there. On. Ooh, but our gym crush was there and there were looks and everything. He knows who he is. Actually he probably doesn’t.
Anyways, we’ve actually found it pretty tricksy indeed to find any pictures of our new lovers the British Olympic gold-winning rowers – them coxless four (hee hee. Cox) and the two-man boat ones. So this is the best we could manage. And we know we missed one of ‘em out. The blond one in fact. He was probably too busy Herbal Essence-ing his hair.
So more after Jumpy. Oh, and the numbers on each picture are an aproximation - out of ten – of how much we’d bum each of them. It’s what is known in the business as a ‘no-brainer’.
*is all white-weed out*
Oh my, I so know. I was delirious with fanny tickles on Saturday morrow.
I think rowers are the new swimmers in sexy stakes. They’re fair of face as well as body, whereas swimmers are a little, urm, is fugly the correct term?
Ooo, nice photo at the top. One likes to imagine ‘daddy’ gave it to him swiftly later — but with a celebratory tone. (-:
I was at a rowing camp with Mark Hunter yonks ago. All the girls at the camp fancied him. I was more interested in our coach who always sported a huge cock bulge in his shorts. Quite enjoyable for a 15 year old harboring homo thoughts. Speaking of which, I saw some old footage of Steve Redgrave on the telly, and it appears he also has a lovely big cock.