Wil Wheaton fucks up a sleazy paparazzo’s day. Sweet work.
"I was furious that this piece of shit would spend hours sitting on a beach, taking I don’t even know how many pictures of us, and then have the audacity to tell me that I should just go home if I didn’t like it. Like I was in the wrong for expecting to enjoy some time on the beach without some fucking creep using a telephoto lens to take pictures of me.
"While I ate my sandwich (SO GOOD OMG) and finished my Bikini Blonde Lager, I hatched a scheme: Anne and I would render this subhuman pile of shit’s photos worthless (more worthless than they already are, because who gives a fuck about me in a bathing suit) by taking pictures of ourselves and posting them on Twitter.
"So that’s what we did. And now I’m posting them here."
(via Wil Wheaton shirtless on the beach in Hawaii | WIL WHEATON dot NET: 2.0)