That title is both childish and puerile, for which we can’t not apologise enough.
There now follows a whole bunch of naked Australians, in their various places of work so long as they work on sheep farms or something to do with Flat Whites (we’re still waiting on an explanation as to why these are any different from a Latte. Or, if we’re talking Australianish, a Skinny Latte) or Aborigines or anything you can stick ‘-o’ on the end of, which actually narrows it down to everything so, well, that didn’t work.
They all form part of a new book of by Paul Freeman, which is basically a bunch of photographs of hot Australians, at work, with their cock out. You can buy it, which is very modern.
Who wants to see willies? On men?,