Hooray.
After much deliberation, I have decided I don't care about work tomorrow.
I'm off to find me a hot Englishman!(or more than one)
I'm off to find me a hot Englishman!(or more than one)
Not as much as a hot American man, really.
Really.
Really.
Ha ha ha
Just curious, how did you find that site? Did I link to it, or were you Googlestalking me?
Just curious, how did you find that site? Did I link to it, or were you Googlestalking me?
Cool, looks like I'm a contradiction.
Uh, yeah google image stalk.
In the old days, I would have had to wait outside your house with a camera.
In the old days, I would have had to wait outside your house with a camera.
Dammit. The men were neither hot nor English. I think somebody must have warned them I was on the rampage, and they all ran across to the next bar or something. Oh well.
It may also help not to run around screaming "here I come!" while hitting yourself with a club on the head all the time.
At least, that's what I've been told, and it helped.
At least, that's what I've been told, and it helped.
Sooo... you've got yourself a harem of hot Englishmen, no?
You mean all this time I've been using the wrong mating call? dang.
Tonight will be different. Sure, they're supposed to have all left, but I'm sure some of them declined to go to Invercargill. I know I would.
man what a stud. see that eyebrow action? thats says straight-up p.i.m.p. right there.
lol @ dan, well I like the poster on the background though, really stylish ^^