Thank you, Mr. August

It’s stuff like this that I run across that makes me bang through batteries at an alarming rate.  And I do mean bang, kinda….Jesus, fuck, he has great sex tunnels. We all know what sex tunnels are, yes?

I don’t feel like writing today, but in my celebrity gossip browsing this morning over iced coffee, I came across this little number.  My ability to find amazing pictures of naked men is what keeps some of you coming back to this site (or so my blog stats note) and so you’re welcome, girls.

Alright, back to organizing my house while dancing around to Sting’s “Desert Storm” (the remix, obviously) on volume setting sofuckingloudyou’regoingtohavethegermansarrestyou in my skivs.

My six words today: She was born with extra testosterone.