Ew. You know what? There are a few things I DON"T want to see in the news when I come home for lunch. And one of those things is Tony Blair's man boobies. I know, I know, I'm already being accused of having a boobie fixation but how in the hell can I ignore these lard muffins?
But I guess the bigger question is what in the hell is Tony Blair doing in a fucking bathing suit while his nation's airlines are under super-secret-double-frantic-hyper-alert? If I was some poor Brit standing in a hot line at Heathrow and saw Old Tony hanging on the beach, I wouldn't be too thrilled. Hell, I'm just sitting at a hot office desk and I'm not thrilled.
Hey Tony, put your fucking clothes on before we all throw up.
