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Every year I dread summer - I hate sunshine, I hate heat, I hate descending into the swampland of the subways. And every year I am reminded - there are benefits. There are benefits like this tweet I tweeted yesterday, and there are benefits like the spectacle of Alexander Skarsgard hitting up the pool and/or hanging out half-naked on a yacht. (pics via)
These almost make up for the rashes and the smells, dear god the smells. But what am I doing? Going on and on about the thing that died in my train station when I should just be making us feel nice and fuzzy with pictures of Alex pulling his shorts down to nigh obscenity? Hit the jump for a couple dozen more...
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