"This suprised me; my hallucinatory Edwards were usually better fed."
Why? *long suffering sigh* Why?
Why don’t these Twilight casting directors ever listen to me??? This is like talking to Trollop or teaching platypuses or telling Brit Brit to wear knickers or asking Santa to whack Victoria so I can have Becks—I might as well ask them to box a kangaroo! I swear this is more frustrating than being trapped in a cave on a deserted island somewhere when I’m in dire need to fiddle with myself and there’s no BOB or handy porn! ARRGH!
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One little two little three little toes...
Whenever I’m with a man and I get the chance, I look at his feet. *g* No, I don’t have a foot fetish. As I told you,
I’m not a character from your pornos and I do not suck anyone’s toes. I’m also not talking about drooling at a man’s feet while rubbing peppermint foot scrub all over myself and meow-meowing like a cat in heat. I’m simply implying I peek to see if he takes care of his toes. God forbid I get one of those tricky blokes who look clean and shiny outside but secretly have feet as if they didn’t wash after ploughing the farm! IICK!
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Scent of a man
I swear every time I see this boy I contemplate doing something that will break Raoul’s heart. :S (
Mi dispiace molto amore mio. Sai che il mio cuore è tuo per sempre. *troolove*)
Henry Cavill, who plays Charles Brandon the 1st Duke of Suffolk in
The Tudors, is wet-your-knickers-fucking-bee-yoo-ti-ful. *sigh* (He would have been a
muchos hotter Edward Cullen, I tell ya!) He launched Dunhill London this week at London. Unlike those dumdum
Twilight casting directors, Dunhill’s people sure picked the right bloke: not only is Henry finger-lickin’ Nutela-licious, he looks like he smells rily rily good, mm mmmm...
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Get wet with me
For those of you blind, tasteless women (and men!) who snubbed
Casanova (you should be ashamed, you snobby heathens) and chanted “we want deliciously perfect piece of man meat, we want deliciously perfect piece of man meat...” I give you my gardener. Enjoy...
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The many faces of Casanova
I used to think our readers secretly despise Trollop that’s why they’re not showing themselves. I understand; she’s a bit despicable really. :/ It can’t possibly be me because, let’s face it, I’m uber adorable. But now—after only a
teeny-tiny fraction of delurkees *sniff*—I’m beginning to think the real reason is because our readers are composed mostly of
Nutella-covered hot men! *gasp* Could it be? *hand-on-mouth shock* *drools breathlessly*
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Becks' love tool is as big as a tractor exhaust pipe
Harlot: Edward Cullen's lover and Twilight casting director *wink*
Crack addict
My fairy godmother will tell you being with
David Beckham’s oh so glooorious nakedness is my dream come troo. Just the thought makes me tingle all over, mm mmmm... *far away look, dreamy sigh*
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Chad White in nothing but chady whities
What happens when you got the latest underwear shoot polaroids of the hottest male model of the moment? Why, leak them to the internet, of course. Ohhh, bless you, pervy child, whoever you are. *g*
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Oh, McDreamy...
Patrick Dempsey is not my go-to stud when I’m thinking of hot hot hot, and I would probably choose
Dirty McSteamy over him (not that I’d kick McDreamy off my bed ;)). Yet there is something about Patrick... with his gentlemanly ways... and those eyes, oh, those eyes... remind me of dancing barefoot on the beach with a man in a tux who smells oh so heavenly, mm mmmm... *sigh*
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I hate Victoria Beckham
I never did like Victoria even when she was still lip-singing with the Spice Girls. I don’t even get it why she is considered a style icon when she dresses like a dominatrix-gone-wrong. She rarely smiles and her boobies look like they’re made of stones surely people are afraid to hug her in fear of getting crushed. :/ But what I simply cannot forgive is this: for an android masquerading as a stick-figure with no soul, she is with David Beckham!!! Ye gods, of all the injustice!!! *breathe*
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The smokin'est man alive
The very fuckable
Daniel Craig goes shirtless and scruffy in the July 2007 issue of
Interview Magazine. These pictures don’t do him justice but—who cares—gimme, gimme!
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Only my young master can ride me
Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same! (Trollop's Phin)
Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same! (Harlot's Phin)
Eric Bana's HUGE codpiece
I was looking for some
Eric Bana pictures—you know, just because *g* (oh, shut up!)—when I found this:
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Corrochio stampo
My dear readers, light some candles, wear your fuck-me-thigh-high boots and join me and Trollop in this momentous event. Today, we, TBB, proudly christen two things. *g*
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An act of charity
Ladies, it has come to my attention that this
really fine looking man is in serious need of our help!
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What is under the kilt?
After discussing the
appeal of Scots romances, I thought I should talk about what I usually think of when the beautiful nation of Scotland is mentioned: What’s under the kilt? :P Heh. Oh, shut up! Admit it—you want to know too, you dirty pervs!!! *hmph*
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When only the wrong kind of man will do
Last night I was reading
Connie Brockway’s
As You Desire. CB is one of my top authors and I simply love her fantastic stories. Of course,
AYD is no different. It’s fun, funny, witty, with this sizzling sexual tension and it’s set in Egypt! Very exotic. *g* I like the heroine (Dizzy Carlisle) enough but, unfortunately for her, the hero, Harry Braxton, *sigh* has a personality that overwhelms her.
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Spartan king
Leave it to a Spartan king to set my blood on fire. *sigh* If you have yet to see
300, I suggest you RUN and see it now—you’re missing galore of eye candy, I tell ya! And that’s without saying how FUN-FUCKING-TABULOUS the film is!
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Harlot's lover
For the first time this week, I didn’t have to work today. I didn’t have to compute anything or dine with senile men that hit on me while unabashedly wearing their wedding bands. I didn’t have to smile and charm people who think I’m just a spoiled little girl whose knowledge only extends to shopping and shoes.
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