Today I'd rather be...
... hosing down Zac Efron.
I'm sure you've all been kept awake the past few nights wondering why I hadn't been posting hourly updates with all the pictures of Zac Efron romping around greased up like a Thanksgiving turkey on the set of Baywatch this week -- truth be told 1) I'm a little bit Efron'd out, and 2) I don't know what happened between his time on the set of Dirty Grandpa and now but he's gotten too big or something?
I've seen this complaint several places across the 'net since these pictures dropped, and I'm on Team Too Big. I'm certainly willing to extend him the benefit of the doubt and believe that this is For The Role a la Anna Faris in The House Bunny - he's clearly going to be playing a beach meathead in this movie. Plus if I was standing next to The Rock I'd go a little psycho about the gym too, I s'pose.
But I'm finding it tough being attracted to someone I wouldn't be able to grab on to because my hands would slide right off of them, causing me to fall on the floor if I tried to make a move. It's like a hot dog dipped in honey. It's too much, Zac!