Of Hot Oil Wrestlers And Trampy Elder Siblings

We like to think of Fleshbot as your older, sluttier sister--you know, the one who'd sneak home long after midnight, reeking of cigarettes and beer and stale Jean Naté to whisper stories about how awesome Molly Hatchet was in concert? We try to do everyone everything first so you won't have to! (Unless you really want to.) So it was with an indulgent chuckle yesterday that we received a link to some hot Turkish oil wrestling action. True, the men were lubed and swarthy--and really, what more could anyone ask?--but we've seen better. Like the Flickr shots from Istanbul Mike. Or the hot galleries at Kirkpinar.jp. Or Lawrence Grecco's coffee table book of photographs. Or hell, just Google Image the word "kirkpinar" and see for yourself.

And if you breathe a word of this to mom or dad, your ass is history twirp!

(Thanks, Rod)