Blogger’s note – SOMEONE clicked on Nick Jonas’ photo yesterday. While technology cannot tell me who, I feel closer to whomever that was. Dutty minds, dutty hearts. And now Part 2 – my loves of an inappropriate nature.
I don’t think this is inappropriate but some do. My only instruction for those people is to line up single file and delicately suck my left nut (if I had one.) I love older mens. Emphasis on the double pluralization of that word. I love ALL the older mens. *single blink* Did I stutter? Are you honestly telling me Pierce couldn’t get it?
WHAT?! 58 and hot as Hades; he’s one of those men who get sexier and sexier with age. Can I get a roll call…? David Bowie? Sting? George Clooney? Greg Kinnear? Rob Lowe? Like, whoa. Give me all of them with a side of bacon and I’ll call it breakfast – THE most important meal of the day (there will be another ‘breakfast’ reference shortly). When I saw the premiere of “I Don’t Know How She Does It,” I thought it was filmed in RealD ‘cuz his shoulders damn near knocked me out of my seat. SWOOOOON! That Irish accent, those eyes, that smirk. I can’t.
To drive my point home – lemme hit you with A LIKKLE AH DIS (translation: “a little of this”):
BUH-DAMN! Listen real close. Do you hear that sizzle? That’s an ovary omelette; this pic is so hot it’s cooked every egg I have left inside of me. 59 years old? How about fifty-FINE! Is it wrong to wish I was in that baby’s position? Hold me closer, Liam Neeson.
Check y’all on Monday when I try to find some decorum (HAHAHA! It’s funny because I won’t find any). Until then…please press play: