Bloorp.

At Kristin’s cottage a few weekends ago, Anthony was busily chopping away at this unusually shaped hunk of wood. His Butt Revelation motivated him so much that he concentrated only on this for a while, a task that was actually quite mesmerizing to watch—like staring at a finely chiseled ass.

And don’t say you don’t know what I’m talking about. Because you know exactly what I’m talking about.

At Kristin’s cottage a few weekends ago, Anthony was busily chopping away at this unusually shaped hunk of wood. His Butt Revelation motivated him so much that he concentrated only on this for a while, a task that was actually quite mesmerizing to watch—like staring at a finely chiseled ass.

And don’t say you don’t know what I’m talking about. Because you know exactly what I’m talking about.

My friend’s husband Keith and my longtime buddy Alfred. In case you can’t tell what’s going on here, Alfie had hooked his big toe into a dangling cord on Keith’s inner tube — tethered to the dock — to prevent him from floating away.

If there was a photo that embodied the absolutely blissful laziness from my girl Kristin’s cottage this past weekend, this would be the one.