Flashback: One of These Things Is Not Like the Other

Can you spot it? Maybe it's the guy playing guitar while his dick hangs halfway to the ground. Or the guy covered in mud with an erection as strong as his smile. Not things you see every day.

But nope, it's the guy attached to some homemade telephone, clock, electricity, mask situation. Some photographer went to art school. I can smell it.

It also reminds me of a Rube Goldberg machine. You may not know the term but it means a series of interconnected mechanical devices that make a simple task take as many steps as possible, all started by something innocuous like dropping a ball onto a ramp. 

Perhaps this is the end state, with the final action being a guy's clothes are disintegrated off his body. Who knew it took wires and circuits to manage that?

Or it probably took $20. Or maybe I was completely fooled by this image and it's from 1997 with a faux vintage look. The most important thing is to not forget there is also a naked swim team and some fine muscle guys to stare at. 

The guy on one knee on the couch, with the backdrop of wood paneled walls, is my favorite. He's ready for something major to happen. For some reason, I think it involves his glorious spectacle of an ass.

And probably his cock and mouth. Then his ass again.

As for Johnny Guitar, no idea what song he's playing. Maybe a sensitive ballad about a guy named Dick and another guy named Dick. Definitely something about Dicks.