Yet another group of naked men

This is the calendar you would die for !!!!

Ladies and Gentlemen.. After.. the French Rugbymen, French farmers, French firemen, (it´s me focusing or there is a lot of naked french men ?), Italian priest...Please open your eyes for the...

Naked Morticians

No no.. you are not dreaming... these men are American mortician... They are people who make dead look pretty and they decided to go full Monty too !!! why not... why they shouldn´t ? Mortician can also be hot.. don´t they ? Thus they decided to make a calendar where they show their very alive flesh all through the year.

Look at then proudly posing next to their last job. On the picture they are actually burring the year 2007.


I am wandering what is the point about mortician getting naked for the yearly cause ?
Here few more pictures !!!


Every month you have a picture of quite naked mortician and under it a small bio of the model dressed with a suit or the nicely helping out.. here serving come catering pastry introducing Mister February...

Now introducing Mister January.... doing some office work...

Mister December... on the edge of cooking for you...
Look as the far too suggestive carrots...

Here a small sample of the whole year...

And here some extra pictures...

Washing their cars...

Waiting for you

Fixing a wheel... for you... (focus on the tie...)

Aren´t they hot ? Don´t they have killing stomach ? Aren´t you turned on ? Don´t you wanna kill for them ? I mean they could be the mortician that´s taking care of the funeral of one of your relative. Grrrrrrrrrrr

I can understand mortician... i mean they are not on the hot job list... there is fantasies about hunky plumber coming to fix your pipes.... greasy car garage worker rubbing your mechanic... sweaty sportsmen stretching you, policemen checking your virtue or firemen turning off your burning loins, there is even sinful priest asking you to beg on your knees for forgiveness

Morticians are not on the list... no one dream secretly of a horny mortician tearing clothes off and touching you inappropriately. Nope... it never occurred to me...no wait ... i am lying... it happened... when i was watching Six Feet Under... but it was more focus on Mikael C. Hall than on the job of mortician in itself...

I am myself not on the list.... i mean.. no one dreams of hunky geographer... exploring new world and mapping delicate parties....Here is an Idea.. i am gonna suggest the people working with me at school to make a calendar... Geographer men... naked...this teacher almost coloring a map, this other one handling globe genuinely hiding this parties... grrrrrrr We are gonna be so hot... i already see ourself sold out and woman crying to get the calendar... That gonna be a collector on eBay...I want to do this... i want to be on the hot list too. I want people have sexual fantasies about geographer...here is a little possible scenario

"knock knock... who is it ?"
"it is the geographer"
"ohhhh no.. i am geographically misplaced and my spaces are a mess"
"don´t worry baby i am gonna work on your longitude and lattitudes"

grrrr

I am still wandering about the point of such calendar... i mean do they have a vocation to help people grieving their lost loved one ? I really see the scene... the widow crying over the embalmed body of her passed away husband and thinking at the same of the hunky mortician that made him look so good, and how she would love to be in contact with the hard and muscled fleshed mortician. I think this might be this.. this is for the good cause.. reduce the grieving pain.. probably reduce also the medicine consumption during this grieving pain.

Let think about what can be the other consequences of such calendar... desperate people... old woman that unfortunately no one has touch for a long time...spinster... long term single people...love depressed people...Seeing such calendar could give them bad ideas...They would die for.... Thinking about the idea of a muscled and hunky mortician taking care of their poor body after death.... This could raise the suicide rate among long term lonely ones.

To conclude...I invite you to go visit their website and have a look to their myspace and listen out loud the music on it...It´s raining men...they should have made a special new version...it´s digging men... much more appropriate.

While you do this.... i am gonna make my calendar of hunky geographer exhibiting themselves with they wild globes...

Virgile

Yet another carb relapse !!!

Some people fight poverty, fight for the environment, fight for human rights, for women´s right, for peace...fighting for a juste cause is quite often a very personal experience. People fighting for women´s right are usually feminist, poverty by ex poor people...hunger by starving people... no wait that does not work... i haven´t seen Kate Moss distributing rice in Africa...No wait... i got it now... this is like sympathetic pain....but for starving... This is sympathetic starving She is not eating til all kid in Africa get food ! How kind...

Well...Hell

I personally fight carbs.... i know... this is might be a selfish fight but Well Hell !!! I have to pick my fight... i am not a woman.... i am not poor...and ALLO ... obviously not starving...So i fight Carbs...Yet once again another lost cause you could... Well Hell ... you are right !!! i have been relapsing again ...and again ... and again ...Hell is paved of carbs !!! not good intention... CARBS !!! They have been lying to us all time long... the people making that kind of stupide expression !!! Hell is paved of carbs... remember it people !!!

Once again i have relapsed... Once again.. a subway... a pizza... a McDonald...chocolate...Name it .. i have eaten it...

I don´t have any self control... i can´t resit.. i am weak.... I can´t even join my local CarbH(e)ater anonymous group... i am far to known for this... there is nothing anonymous left about my carb addiction ! Nothing... i should get my star in the walk of Famous Carbs Eater... among Roseanne...Queen Latifa...John Goodman and Jjacky Sardou. I am a famous Carb Eater and i can´t help it... this is not uncomon that people welcome me with a nachos pack... and as a very polite i accept it. You are not turn down nachos when there are politely offered !!! you just do not do this.

Anyway i have decided to take an historical stand.... i am going to turn my back to Carb and leave them behind....Poor Carbs i know.. But they will not get me back.. not this time... not time time... In the past... i already turned my back to carbs... i already gave them up... but they got me back. God damned... i try to escape... i fought back...But the got me back.. again and again...

I have tried very hard...on the beguning of january this year .. i took a really strong decision...Historical decision...winning my fight against Carb... and being hot and gorgeous for my 25th birthday... with sharp abs, breath taking ass, hot thighs and killing chest !!! God Damned i am gonna be hot...Anyway i had a good start and... february came .. and Carbs got me back.... i went back all way down... missed the gym... missed waterpolo trainning...went in the same day to subway...and McDonald and got a big fish burger with big french fries and milkshake... All the way down all the way down....

Well...Hell

Today i have decided that i will fight back... i am not gonna give up my superficial birthday dream... i am gonna win this fight against carb.... it might be tears and stomach pain but i will kick away carbs and look good... no more chubby Virgile welcome the carb free one !!! Today i went to the gym this morning ....had a healthy lunch (that was an easy one.. i mean... this is healthy as soon as i don´t eat my daily mayonese shrimp sandwich).... and didn´t snack..and had salad for dinner and went to waterpolo....I already feel my gorgeousness bursting under my carb layers.....

Well Hell

I am gonna be a sympathetic starver !!!

This could be me in may !!!

Virgile

Yet Another... broken thing

I am cursed... it might be link with some Karma stuff... i am unlucky...extremely unlucky...With me expect the unexpected...If something unexpected has to happen.. it has to happen to me...I am all time the one arriving at the wrong moment...winning the most improbable stuff...breaking the unbreakable stuff...there is all time something happening to me... something that shouldn´t... i could pretty much say that my whole life has been succesif unfortunate /fortunate incident...I am even starting to think that i am an accident...should defenitively make some research on my conception..anyway...i have millions of example of stuff that happened to me... Like a lost lamb appearing on the middle of the road, a broken chair that collapse when i am sitting on it on a meeting...splitting a glass of water on my face when teaching classes, all time end ing up with sand in my bed (ask Mister G about it) no reason why this is just following me, breaking a shoe laces when hurring and already late for a meeting.

I am unbielivable. Really. If Something "Funny" should happen.. it will happen to me...It has to happen to me...One of the most comon sentence of Mister G concerning me these little situation i am too often ending in, is " Why am i not surprise?". Yes there is no surprise that if you invite me to you place... i will break something or something clearly embarassing will happen to me...

I have learnt to deal with it. I have learnt to deal with shame and unexpectation. really i have to say i even get used to it. I mean when it´s happening to you everyday.. you know how to deal with it seriously. I am even starting to thing to make a buisness out of it. Open some kind of HotLine. SoS unexpected detress...something like this...People could call and get advice from professional about their unexpected event / shouldn´t broke situation... i could overcharged the call and get rich... and no more i am leaving on the credit card of monsieur my boyfriend... :-)

Here is a small example...that i categorize in the box...yet another broken thing...

I went skiing on Saturday. In Bláfjall, the skiing area close to Reykjavik. This was a lot of fun and the unexpected happened as usual. I was going skiing for the first time in 11 years... i what expecting a broken bone or two... i took pain killer as a preventive mesure...I broke something... but nothing that a pain killer could cover.

I broke... a ski shoe !!! Yes Ladies and Gentlemen A ski shoe. The stuff that u never break. I broke it in a very special way...It was like it just... desintegrated around my feet. it fell of in pieces. Just like this... yet once again .. around my feet...

When i put the ski shoe, nicely lended by the man sharing my bed / sandy sleeping area, i broke it. Yes i broke a ski shoe....No wait the ski shoe broke around my foot... when i have done a step with it...One step... and hop in pieces...what are the odd ? To break a ski shoe. Here is a picture of it.

Look at the piece ? it´s like a puzzle !!! i could keep busy a group of old german tourist for a day with it !!!

Here is me with the front piece of the shoe... I am still wandering how i did this...I have few theories like... an elf sew the shoe when i was asleep or i my feet are so fat that soon only flip flap will be available to them.

So one more thing to add to my list of broken stuff... a ski shoe. That was a first. Never done this before...

Wait...there is more .... Unexpected broken things never happend alone...It was not the only stuff that i broke this day.... i also broke a...

A ski stick... Yes... in the same day ... a ski shoe and a ski stick !! What are the odd ? Really ? I also stopped the lifting chairs while breaking the ski stick. An unexpected broken stuff never happened alone.... So.... results of the journey.... a ski shoe broken... a ski stick broken... and the humiliation to have shown that i was not able to go on the lift chairs... I would say on the Virgile scale we reach a 9 on 10... this is thus a pretty good day !!!

Sjáumst... i am gonna break something !!!

Virgile