Today is the birthday of two pretty different and yet both, in their own ways, sexy as heck actors -- Chris Pratt, goofball turned beefcake, is turning 37, while Benjamin Walker, sleek Broadway psychopath, is turning 34.
And while it's true that Ben's become the yardstick (12 inches to a yard have ya soundin' like...) by which I measure any man in tighty-whities (sidenote: yes I realize Chris is technically in boxer-briefs; let's not hang ourselves up here) I just couldn't resist it again...
"I don't know what this says about me, but It's Sky High. ....I know, but hear me out. The most popular girl in school turns out to be a villainous loser from years ago? Girlfriend sold it. I loved to hate her which meant I loved her again because she couldn't figure out how to buckle a supervillain car seat. Bless her." -- The Bloody Munchkin
--- We're celebrating the moment we fell for the great Mary Elizabeth Winstead, whose career is finally catching up with her talent.