Irish Farmers Once Again Flash Their Pots of Gold

Now that summer's over, we might as well start saying it's 2012 and look, look, look to the rainbow of our favorite yearly tradition: The Irish Farmer's Calendar. These homegrown rural men of the Emerald Isle tickle our fancies more than the endless parade of ripped naked ripped Eurojocks because these farmboys seem attainable! More sweet domestic fantasies are running through our mind than Darby O'Gill had little people.

The calendar gets its cuteness from the sweetly ridiculous interpretations of Irish farm boys. Do they really walk their pet piglets on leashes? Is it normal to take bubble baths with real live non-rubber duckie? Do they give the sweetest consideration when lining up our pretty floral-print galoshes? Do they have a peachy time playing with Tonka Trucks like a 5 year old? The grueling, shirtless, sun-up to sun-down life of the farmer must be all childish playtime, with, oh, a teeny little bit of bale carrying and tractor fixing.

Usually, the calendar also comes with win-a-date contests with some of the blokes. Looks like it's not happening this year. These workers must be so sought after they've already found their farmgirls (or guys). If any of them want a little downlow dirtiness from a stateside stud, we'll book an immediate seat on Aer Lingus.

Which guy would be your perfect *ahem* top o' the morning?

· Irish Farmer's Calendar (farmercalendar.com)