September 23rd, 2009
Oh, enough of your naked rugby players. OK, after this lot, enough of your naked rugby players
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The romance! The filth! The bottoms! Yep, they’re all back in *adopts formal - ceremonial even - voice* the tenth anniversary edition of that old staple, the Dieux du Stade calendar, appropriate even for saucy mums (if they don’t mind seeing the base of a hot man’s penis).
These seem a little artier than we’re used to and… is there really anything else to say about Dieux du Stade after ten years? Apart from, ’see two more pictures over the jump’?…
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- We’re actually still trying to work out who Kim Kardashian is. In the meantime, let’s look at this magazine cover.
- Horrible door.
- Which English actor who we already have a major crush on has a bottom like this?
- Cheryl and Ashley are finally divorced. The world stops moving, like in that show FlashForward that was on Channel Five, ergo, nobody watched it.
- And the Marc Jacobs award for Never Knowingly Appearing in a Photograph With a Shirt On Goes To… (rustle, rustle of envelope being opened) Jake Shears!
I personally never tire… OK, I tire sometimes.