Look, I’m not one to complain about supermodels flashing their funbags for the camera. But after Edita Vilkeviciute and I are betrothed and start straight away toward populating this planet with our half-hot genes, half-warm-beer-and-beef-jerky genes, I’m going to have to insist she quit exposing her hot self as she does in the March edition of Vogue Spain.
It’s not so much that I get jealous, I just really think the entire world does not need to see where I’m eating my peas and carrots. Even the perverted require some decorum. Enjoy.