Sara Schaefer

Two things. A few weeks back I had the great pleasure of enjoying some peaceful bass
fishing with my dad down in Virginia. For those of you who have never tried some good
ole fashioned bass fishing are really missing out. You're out in nature, on the water, free.
When the boat goes fast you think you're going to die. Then you slow down, troll into
some back creeks and watch the wildlife around you. And once in a while, you get a bite!
I CAUGHT ONE! And according to my dad, this fish was "tournament worthy." I'm not
sure if I'll ever have the great fortune to compete in a bass fishing tournament, but when
it IS time, I know I'll be ready to clinch the trophy. Check out the size of this beaut:

It helps that my dad is a Bassmaster. (And please note the expression of "fish lips are really gross" on my face.)

On a completely unrelated note, last night I edited a video to commemorate Playgirl going out of print. Michelle Collins and I came up with it and I'm pretty please with how it turned out. Luckily for you, you don't have to see any actual peen...because trust me, some of it was just disgusting to look at. You're welcome. Anyway, the only time I ever looked at a Playgirl was in college, on initiation day into my sorority (yes, I was in a sorority. What. There was nothing to do). They only initiated a couple girls at a time. So when you were done, you had all this time to kill in another room of the sorority house. When you get to the room, you're greeted by a basket of gifts. Mine included a copy of Playgirl. We laughed at the pictures, but we REALLY laughed at the articles. I dramatically read aloud a story about sex with a man named Marcel involving grapefruits. The juices running down her bosom. Choice stuff. So thanks for the memories, Playgirl, you will be missed by 18-year-old pledges across the nation.

NSFW...(butt cheek and lots of man-skin)