Here’s Jon Bon Jovi and his chest fur twinkling in the sunlight while hanging out by the pool in Miami yesterday afternoon. You know, there’s thousands of middle-aged Bon Jovi groupies (aka BJers) in New Jersey busting gallons of panty pudding (smells like E&J Gallo and the turnpike in July) in their cubicles over these pictures of JBJ. Productivity in New Jersey just hit an all-time low…and that’s saying a lot.
And yes, I would hit it on a slippery surface, because JBJ comes prepared to battle (see his sessy sneakers). Bitch keeps his feet strapped, so you don’t have to worry about him slipping and breaking your ass bone when he’s hitting from the back.