On CBS, generally. But only on Sundays.
At the ripe age of 13, I was what Shakespeare would have undoubtedly called “a saucy lad”. The same sense of sport that today compels justanoldvet to battle 37-pound salmon, then compelled me to battle rotten.com in a never-ending gross-out contest. (rotten.com always won, FTR.)
I saw many things on rotten.com that came and went, but one image I will never shake is the picture of
a woman using a fish as a sex toy.
The Interweb, cruel master that it is, has purged itself of that mildly nauseating photo and replaced it with a far more vomit-inducing one. Curse you for making me stumble upon it!
On the plus side, it’s washed a Doper TMI image out of my mind that I wanted to get rid of.
Anyway, the point is: yes, there is fish porn. For the love of God, there is fish porn. And it makes even a young’un like myself pine for a simpler time.
He’s a freakin’ ex-SEAL. Come on. The real question is whether or not the salmon knew who it was fucking with.