Paintball, Gentlemen?
I was going to post some thoughts on anti-hate-literature laws and Voltaire (or rather Evelyn Beatrice Hall) but then my train of thought was utterly derailed by this delightful happy snap.
Look closer.
Closer.
Yes, that really is his scrotum. This is how.
The why I really don't need to know.
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