RETURN OF THE MOOBIES
Now, I like a man in a kilt, and I confess to wanting a peek under those yards and yards of cloth to see if those rumors are true. But this poor soul either hasn't been doing his pectoral workouts, or his cover artist went on a bender with a bunch of senior citizen strippers and finished the chest part while nursing a killer hangover and having flashbacks to the weekend.
Speaking of weekends I had a lovely one. My birthday was divine. Happy Monday!