Today I'd rather be...
... two sets of footprints in the sand with Derek Theler.
Only sometimes we'd just be one set,
because he'd be "carrying" me.
(via) Yes I did indeed just try to turn the religious cheese-fest that is that "Footprints in the Sand" poem into an ode to gay sex of some sort. Try, yes. Successfully? Not really. But who cares, nobody's reading these words anyway, not with all that to look at, so I'm not going to expend a ton of effort here.
It's been several months since I posted over sixty pictures of Mr. Theler, who is quite literally a perfect physical specimen, in a big gratuitous round-up, and the dude's been busy in the interim shoveling plenty more gratuity into the world via his own personal Instragram account. Derek Theler is my hero, you guys. Everyone emulate him immediately! Hit the jump for a ton more.
It's been several months since I posted over sixty pictures of Mr. Theler, who is quite literally a perfect physical specimen, in a big gratuitous round-up, and the dude's been busy in the interim shoveling plenty more gratuity into the world via his own personal Instragram account. Derek Theler is my hero, you guys. Everyone emulate him immediately! Hit the jump for a ton more.
2 comments:
Holy shit, that picture of him doing a pushup-does he have cantaloupes in his pants? That is the firmest thing I've ever seen.
OMG, he's sitting on poor little Jean-Luc!! Lucky Jean-Luc!
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