FEATURES 68 QUOTE, UNQUOTE
LUKE WILSON
Foolishly, we forgot to ask him what it's like to be named after a football.
70 FUNDAMENTALS
BACK TO BASICS!
It's FHM's summer-school sex class, minus the big kids with mustaches.
76 TRAGEDY
MEXICAN STANDOFF
They pack more than just pic-a-nic baskets at this Arizona national park.
82 THE FHM TRIPLETS
THE POWER OF THREE
One womb. One day. Three hot blessings were bestowed upon us.
88 48 HOURS WITH... Snoop Dogg
He's cool, despite sharing a moniker with Charlie Brown's pooch.
94 BABEWATCH
MAKING WAVES
Hit the beach with the sexy stick-waxers of MTV's Surf Girls.
102 50 IDEAS FOR...
SUMMER!
Drink free beer! Gamble on cocks! Roast pigs! And 47 more must-dos.
114 COVER GIRL Taryn Manning
Boomkat: not what to do to a girlfriend's feline, rather a rocking duo fronted
by this Hollywood siren.
122 QUOTE, UNQUOTE Maria BARTIROMO
She-of-immaculate-digits talks! IN EVERY ISSUE
28 REPORTER
FHM takes on a world eating champion, plus, bullfighting made easy and Scott Stapp
from Creed's smokin' sister! In a bikini!
51 REVIEWS
A quiz inspired by Fred Durst's hat, the new Jim Carrey who's not Jim Carrey at
all, a talking Eugene Levy and the joy of Backyard Wrestling.
125 FASHION
Stink-foot-fighting sneakers from Adidas, booze-chilling luggage, the season's
must-have beachwear and why you need a tan suit.
144 MACHINERY
Enough time-eating gadgets to make a middle-aisle seat of a packed red-eye fun,
plus outdoors gear to subdue and hogtie nature.
148 GASOLINE
The hot daughter of the Mercedes- -McLaren marriage, soapbox racing, killer bikes
and Blink 182's Travis Barker talks about dying young.
155 BIONIC
Ask any lady: Lumberjacks are hot. Which is why we bring you the tree-culling
Great Outdoor Games workout. Plus, sunscreen goodness explained. MAILBOX
18 LETTERS
War! What is it good for? Generating a big sack of love for our own Vida Guerra,
that's what.
66 BAR ROOM JOKES
Packed so tight with fun, it resembles a fat lady's shoe.
160 TRUE STORIES
You get up, go to work, come home, eat meatloaf, weep, go to bed. Not these readers—they're
making like baboons!
