When you woke up this morning, most likely snowed in to the point where you have already eaten the dog, did you think it was Shirtless Phil day? Did you salute the sun with the knowledge that the hairless alabaster that constitutes Phil’s torso would be revealed to you?
Perhaps you would deny this calling–there are things man wasn’t meant to know, rooms best left with the light off, things you can never unsee.
TotD is a believer in informed consent: make up your own minds. But here’s a taste.
You know you want it.