This must be done...
Dear Spunkypants,
I suspect at this point you are actually trying to kill me. There's also a chance I've had a psychotic break and have become massively paranoid...but I can come to no other logical conclusion from these new VF pics that you are actually trying to murder me with your prettiness.
I must ask you to please stop, because I have too much to live for. Like masturbating over you. Either cease and desist...or lend me your penis, because that's got to be the only cure at this point.
Sincerely,
Girl Who Just Forgot Her Name
I really think we need a running commentary of these beauties.
Exhibit A:
I want in that bed. I want in the nook! Snuggles, plz. And after the snuggles, some sex. And then some more snuggles.
Exhibit B:
...I'll drive. Please, please, let me drive.
Exhibit C:
I'm torn between a joke about phallic symbols or a comment about the sheer impossibility of making corn on the cob sexy.
Exhibit D:
He has one of the crinkliest foreheads I've ever seen. It's sort of impressive.
Exhibit E:
Haaaaaaaand. Rob, if I can't have sex with the whole you, can I at least have sex with your hands?
Exhibit F:
Oh dear god, it's Edward. Edward lying in the grass just waiting to be straddled. On a sidenote, if I was a composer, this is how I would work.
Exhibit...Whatever letter I'm on:
You know he's totally picking that damned corn out of his teeth. Never eat corn on the cob without floss at hand. Midwesterners know this.
Exhibit LOL:
No words. No words.
Exhibit Fucking Hell:
Dear god, that looks so just-had-a-quickie-in-the-back-of-the-SUV. Where the hell is my vibrator?
Exhibit Aww:
Can I please have some snuggles?
Exhibit...Whatever:
This one totally gives me whiplash. I'm like jaw - hands - jaw - hands!
Exhibit Guh:
Isn't there a law against being that pretty?
Exhibit Huh?:
There's something about an English guy drinking a Corona that just makes me lol.
All right, here's one for the road:
*sigh* I am so ruined for any other man. Except maybe Gaspard Ulliel. Or Gerard Butler. Or - okay, you get the idea.
I suspect at this point you are actually trying to kill me. There's also a chance I've had a psychotic break and have become massively paranoid...but I can come to no other logical conclusion from these new VF pics that you are actually trying to murder me with your prettiness.
I must ask you to please stop, because I have too much to live for. Like masturbating over you. Either cease and desist...or lend me your penis, because that's got to be the only cure at this point.
Sincerely,
Girl Who Just Forgot Her Name
I really think we need a running commentary of these beauties.
Exhibit A:
I want in that bed. I want in the nook! Snuggles, plz. And after the snuggles, some sex. And then some more snuggles.
Exhibit B:
...I'll drive. Please, please, let me drive.
Exhibit C:
I'm torn between a joke about phallic symbols or a comment about the sheer impossibility of making corn on the cob sexy.
Exhibit D:
He has one of the crinkliest foreheads I've ever seen. It's sort of impressive.
Exhibit E:
Haaaaaaaand. Rob, if I can't have sex with the whole you, can I at least have sex with your hands?
Exhibit F:
Oh dear god, it's Edward. Edward lying in the grass just waiting to be straddled. On a sidenote, if I was a composer, this is how I would work.
Exhibit...Whatever letter I'm on:
You know he's totally picking that damned corn out of his teeth. Never eat corn on the cob without floss at hand. Midwesterners know this.
Exhibit LOL:
No words. No words.
Exhibit Fucking Hell:
Dear god, that looks so just-had-a-quickie-in-the-back-of-the-SUV. Where the hell is my vibrator?
Exhibit Aww:
Can I please have some snuggles?
Exhibit...Whatever:
This one totally gives me whiplash. I'm like jaw - hands - jaw - hands!
Exhibit Guh:
Isn't there a law against being that pretty?
Exhibit Huh?:
There's something about an English guy drinking a Corona that just makes me lol.
All right, here's one for the road:
*sigh* I am so ruined for any other man. Except maybe Gaspard Ulliel. Or Gerard Butler. Or - okay, you get the idea.