It's not my birthday. It's not Christmas or Valentine's Day either yet I just received the most stunning gift. Opening my email, I was greeted with images from the 2009 Gods of Football Campaign.
Mon dieu! After a minor seizure and a slew of filthy scenarios played out in my head, I composed myself long enough to compose this posting. If you have a problem with perfectly-formed naked men then read no further. And perhaps see a doctor. If you're like me and you live for that kind of thing then please follow the link. You're welcome in advance.