This is definitely just about the hottest photo of the season. I mean, in terms of celebrity class and refinement. I was just telling you about how the Beckhams seem to think they're just about the sexiest couple in the world. Well, I just realized I made a mistake - and I repent for ever having thought that, attention-seeking maniacs as they are, they do actually display faint traces of class and elegance. No, actually the Beckhams are nothing, absolutely nothing compared to the people featured in this amazing photo. And just in case you don't know who you're dealing with, I'll introduce you to the main characters.

The lady in white, that (most cruelly, I'd say) is preventing us from getting up close and personal with her legendary boobs is none other than Pammy Anderson. The guy facing us, wearing the classy McDonald's T-Shirt (wasn't Pammy a great vegan and PETA activist? McDonald's sell meat, you know, or at least they used to, last time I checked) is sex-tape Rick Salomon, and the third Mr. Anderson to date. And yes, your eyes are not deceiving you. He really is scratching, re-positioning, touching, caressing - you take your pick - a rather sensitive area of his wonderful self. Hint: I'm not talking about his ego.

But the stroke of genius is not Pammy snapped from a rather compromising angle, not even Rick caught with his hand on his very own private crotch - but the image of these two put together with the dog, also caught in a very private and delicate moment of his dog life. So, on the whole, this brilliant shot could be called "Caught In The Act" - or "why it's best to look both ways before dumping your excrements in public". And I'm not just talking about the poor dog.

You see, photos like this one make me believe that nature - or God, call it whatever you like - sure has a wicked sense of humor. You see, I think it's safe to assume that there's still some grand design of things out there, in which everyone has his or her own place - and that try as you might, someone or something ends up putting you in your proper place. Which, for some, is in the company of a sleazy hubby who's scratching his nuts in plain view and of a dog who's also fulfilling nature's call. You do the math.