Writers are never known as the studliest or sexiest of people, but that doesn't stop them from showing some skin for the camera once in awhile.
So, occasionally we'll post some literary beefcake for your perusal.
Today: Hunter S. Thompson
Remember, folks, dappled sunlight is terrible if you're looking for an even tan. You want to save the dappled look for Renoir paintings only.
How is that bench remotely comfortable? Who thought, "You know what's comfortable at the beach? Concrete and stone."
I don't know what beer Hunter is drinking, but it looks like an Amstel Light. If it was, that'd be a worse decision by him than any illicit narcotic he ever dabbled in.
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