Saw Valentine's Day on big screen with a hallful of squealing young ladies.
I swear to God our collective neural pathways ceased to function the second Eric Dane came on shirtless.
Then just before the entire audience could be declared brain dead & on the verge of being in a vegetative state for the rest of their lives, he put some clothes on.
Seriously - never have I felt less capable of adult logical thought as I did then.
I guess now I know how men feel all the time...
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