So it turns out that my return to this anthropological patch of cyberspace once again coincides with the return of Australian Survivor.
Call it fate, a passion for documenting my thirst thanks to Australian Survivor’s liberal stance on nudity – come through David, Shaun and Matt – Sue’s big move or JLP’s guns, but I just don’t know how to quit heading out to a tropical island to provide culinary comfort to reality television losers.
While I am still salty about not being asked to lead the Champions tribe – for the second year in a row – the chance to support and shade in equal measure is a responsibility I do not take lightly. Plus, between Locky in 2017, and last year’s Contender boys and Grubby, they really offer up too much nudity to say no to.
So buckle in, sit back and enjoy the ride to find out who will follow in the footsteps of Shane Gould and prove not to be fucked with. And check back tomorrow to find out who will become the first boot.
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