There've been several good gratuitous moments of some menfolk this week that I haven't yet gotten around to posting, so instead of doing a few separate posts I thought to myself, "Hey self. How you doin this morning? I know, I'm tired too. And all these people are jackasses up in my face. What's that? Yes, I ought to just do one post with a few fellows in it. That'll perk me right up. Good thinking!" So yeah. This is my brain on me. But here are some attractive gentlemen to distract us from my insanity. For a moment.
First up, I know my crush on John Mayer is bad for me. I know it, and yet I also know he has large pillowy lips and is very very tall. And then I forget the rest (like for example the ridiculous nonsense he spews in the interview with Rolling Stone that these photos are from. I have no idea what he's even talking about half the time. But he talks about buttholes and touching himself and oh there are his pillowy lips and I'm lost again.)
I feel no such guilt over my crush on Andy Roddick. Especially since he's actually been getting even better, tennis-wise, these past couple years. Go Andy! (via)
And lastly, it's Hugh Jackman in the water again (via). Could such thing ever elicit a yawn, though? Never.
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