Hugh Laurie, How Are Your Collar Bones So Awesome?
It's getting embarrassing.
The man is twenty years my senior but would I kick him out of bed? - Hell No.
Can I look at his pictures without drooling? - Really can't and I've tried. For hours and hours today I looked at different pictures of Hugh Laurie (in the name of scientific inquiry) and... Well. Let's just say there was a great deal of compulsive swallowing involved.
Look. If I ever get within licking distance of his collar bones, I won't be held responsible for my actions. I may just jump, latch on and gnaw. You know that stereotype of guys being unable to lift their eyes from a woman's cleavage to her face? IT'S LIKE THAT, OK? And I'm so, so sorry, because Mr. Laurie is an amazing and talented actor and I CANNOT KEEP MY EYES FROM HIS CLAVICLE. *hangs head in shame*
Please help?
Or you can just, I don't know, JOIN ME IN MY LUST.
LOOKIT! PRETTY!
There. See that? Want to lick it? Get in line bitch.
Here it is again. Hugh knows what you want to do. Look at his smile, he knows. He wants you to.
ajdfkfhgwefhlk. Hugh. jlkfajlsf. Black shirt. ajkfjdlah. Thighs.
Hugh has a problem. His towel is slipping. Would you like to hold it for him?
What's the time, Hugh? No, I really want to know. You need to look at your watch RIGHT NOW. (If you're too shy to move your hand, I could just, you know, lean down and...)
Why yes, I would like to have a picnic with you, Hugh. Shall I just lay down right here so you can eat potato salad of my tummy?
Oh Hugh. You're such a badass. (also: ghayhgagj thighs take 2)
Rock 'n roll, baby.
This is serious art people. Shame on you for leching after the subject. Shame.
Backstage at the Emmy's. Just... There are no words to describe my love for this photo. None.
It's hard work looking so awesome. Hugh needs a little rest. I think I do too... *retires to bed... to sleep. yes. ahem...*
All pictures are from HughLaurie.net and are a copyright of their various photographers. They are reproduced here for GUH, not money.
The man is twenty years my senior but would I kick him out of bed? - Hell No.
Can I look at his pictures without drooling? - Really can't and I've tried. For hours and hours today I looked at different pictures of Hugh Laurie (in the name of scientific inquiry) and... Well. Let's just say there was a great deal of compulsive swallowing involved.
Look. If I ever get within licking distance of his collar bones, I won't be held responsible for my actions. I may just jump, latch on and gnaw. You know that stereotype of guys being unable to lift their eyes from a woman's cleavage to her face? IT'S LIKE THAT, OK? And I'm so, so sorry, because Mr. Laurie is an amazing and talented actor and I CANNOT KEEP MY EYES FROM HIS CLAVICLE. *hangs head in shame*
Please help?
Or you can just, I don't know, JOIN ME IN MY LUST.
LOOKIT! PRETTY!
There. See that? Want to lick it? Get in line bitch.
Here it is again. Hugh knows what you want to do. Look at his smile, he knows. He wants you to.
ajdfkfhgwefhlk. Hugh. jlkfajlsf. Black shirt. ajkfjdlah. Thighs.
Hugh has a problem. His towel is slipping. Would you like to hold it for him?
What's the time, Hugh? No, I really want to know. You need to look at your watch RIGHT NOW. (If you're too shy to move your hand, I could just, you know, lean down and...)
Why yes, I would like to have a picnic with you, Hugh. Shall I just lay down right here so you can eat potato salad of my tummy?
Oh Hugh. You're such a badass. (also: ghayhgagj thighs take 2)
Rock 'n roll, baby.
This is serious art people. Shame on you for leching after the subject. Shame.
Backstage at the Emmy's. Just... There are no words to describe my love for this photo. None.
It's hard work looking so awesome. Hugh needs a little rest. I think I do too... *retires to bed... to sleep. yes. ahem...*
All pictures are from HughLaurie.net and are a copyright of their various photographers. They are reproduced here for GUH, not money.