Listen here fang banger, Eric has you glamored into thinking that kind of shit is okay while he goes around sleeping with Sleeps With Butterflies and who knows who else!
So while you’re stuck wearing turtlenecks in the summer and avoiding garlic, I have to my Yvonne from scum like gytalf2000.
SO BACK OFF!
Tr0psn4j, future Fellowship Of The Sun member. And pretty darn bored today.
I’m kinda digging the Scottish genie in the fiber commercials. He’s not bad looking but the accent pushes him into the hotness zone. All these women that can only wish for fiber cereals/bars are obviously dead inside.
Oh, yeah! Sometimes when I’m watching, I kinda hope someone will try to mix it up with him, just so I can talk to the TV:
“Dude; you’re trying to fuck wit’ Morgan. Nobody fucks wit’ Morgan!”
Boring, stereotypical answer, I know, but it’s all about Kari Byron. But that’s largely because Anna Friel and Mickie James (pro wrestler) are no longer on the screen.
I’ve only watched a few episodes so far, so maybe the show goes dramatically downhill and I will be embarrassed about posting this, but I claim Michael from Burn Notice. Attractive, confident, funny, smart, more than a little bit lethal, even worse at human relationships than I am–God, I’m such a sucker for that combination.