Ohthatdeb originally sent me this photo as more photographic evidence of Steve and Neal's secret bromance. And while I could point out all the reasons why this picture does, in fact, support that theory, I promised in my last post to shut my pie hole about it. So I will and instead use this photo for a crotch shot of the day entry.
I think it's a pretty good subject for this post, don't you? I mean look at it. Steve's junk is practically clamoring for a chance to get out and join Steve for a duet. And you'll notice how extremely flat (well, for the most part) Steve's front is. You'd have to be built that way in order to squeeze into pants that form-fitting. I just wonder what Steve's diet was during that particular tour. Salad and laxatives?