Hungry Like The...
I was delighted/horrified when a friend described me on a whim as follows: "You make a joke, Erin makes a sex joke. That's all you need to know." So is it any surprise that, over mostly empty bottles of red wine, one of our very own bloggers suddenly posed a Who Would You Rather Do It With question?
This:
No disrespect MJ. Moonwalk in heaven.
Thank you, "sexy werewolf" Google search.
God, hard choice settling on a wolf man picture friends. But that's why I do this; to bring you, dear reader, only the finest fan art the internet has to offer. Look at the pencilly detailing on the rippling abdomen of that fantastic man creature up there...
So I assume you know who we settled on. Unanimously. Tell me you don't agree.
To not risk betraying a deep cynical streak and slandering the dead, I leave this post here, with the marriage of both our worthy candidates sprung from the great mind of Tina Fey.
So I assume you know who we settled on. Unanimously. Tell me you don't agree.
To not risk betraying a deep cynical streak and slandering the dead, I leave this post here, with the marriage of both our worthy candidates sprung from the great mind of Tina Fey.
