Johnny Wacker

Friends, this seems to be a pretty smutty week. After a particularly disheartening exchange with the red-haired woman at Harbour Dance tonight (Big Red: “What kind of man carries kleenex around with him? Sean: <circular gestures around nose with middle finger>), I went online to find solace and checked my usual haunts. It’s been a while since I blog-stalked my Toronto counterpart, Johnny Wacker. Today, as usual, I wasn’t disappointed:

He’s a visual artist and builds all sorts of interesting things for his blog. Mmm…visually delicious.

He also has a vintage beefcake section. Warning: do not view if you work in an office with open work areas.

Happy Hump Day!

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