Today I'd rather be...
... helping Jon Snow reign in that
storm of swords in his trousers.
I'd like to officially thank the seventeen people who sent me these photos of Kit Harington working it out in public the millisecond they appeared over the weekend, and formally apologize to them and to the all the rest of you for taking my sweet time posting them. We needed to be alone together for a moment. You understand.
Seriously though my first thought -- okay okay my second thought -- looking at these pictures was, "What nice pants!" Seriously. Those are some really nice pants. Zoom in and gander. Great fabric, nice cut. But then Kit always has nice pants. He's a connoisseur of nice pants... and also of what goes in those nice pants I'd argue.
No that anybody's going to "argue" with me on it.
We've all seen it, we all agree.
Sorry to ruin all the fun, but those pants with their great fabric and nice cut most likely have a loose bit of stitching irritating Mr. Harington's inner thigh. It doesn't look like any self-adjustment is happening...not that far down. He's not a donkey!
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