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A trip into the Wildboyz photo archive is not only like a global safari but a trip to a modern art museum, too. Several of the shots can take on a very abstract quality with subject matter that surely qualifies as a niche special interest with bizarre fetishistic overtones. Or are they undertones? Well, whatever kind of tone it is, I’m sure more than a few ladies will be jealous of Chris Pontius’s toned bottom here (minus the cactus needles, of course, but perhaps not in all instances because humanity has long since proven that 1 out of 100 people finds pleasure in being peed on), because that’s all him. No work out required. There is, however, one glaring issue that this Mexican spanking failed to lance and that’s Chico Fiesta’s angry, red Mt. Pusuvius. And since I’ve already broached the subject of bizarre fetishes, what the heck is up with significant others getting excited over the chance to pop a mate’s zit? Seriously. It’s stuff like that that makes me a big believer in the theory of evolution (well, that and Cordell), because you can’t get any more bored-ape-in-a-zoo than that. No, I take that back. You can. But it involves poo and I haven’t eaten my breakfast yet. Not that this would normally bother me, but my food does tend to look like poo because of my half-ass vegan diet, so there’s no reason to take an already shitty morning and make it even shittier. Bottom’s up!