In between combing our hair and drinking and deciding what to wear to protest the Pope this weekend (short and revealing, though we’re far too old for Popey. We’ll dab some Johnson’s Baby Oil behind the ears. That’ll prick up his ears) we find ourselves capable of researching the phenomenon known as the VPL.
We would like to take this opportunity to thank the penis as well as the Lycra. Without which we many never have VPL.
Over the weekend, there was some stuff going on. Like, sporting events and, like, stuff. But if you’re after names then, well, you know, no. This isn’t fucking Question of Sport.
After the break sponsored by a leading brand of poppers, you’ll find, frankly, a hell of a lot of pictures of athletes with very jaunty VPLs, as well as a peppering of topless ones. We tried to edit them down but we couldn’t. And why thank you, it is our pleasure.
More you say? Go here. We did.
It's VPLs, it's madness - it's VPL madness!,