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I would like to do this man:




That is all.

The Angle of the Dangle Is Inversely Proportional to the Heat of the Beat

I have done battle with my linguistics homework, and though I cannot claim to have slain the many-claused beast with my expert knowledge, I have at least beaten it back. What mastery of phrase-tree construction of English clauses has to do with my Spanish degree, I have no idea, but so the Illuminati of the Department of Foreign Languages hath decreed. Hopefully, I'll do well enough to muddle through the test and get one step closer to the finish line.

Last night, one of my regular anons commented on the picture I posted of Leland Chapman, asking if short hair and tattoos turned my libidinal crank. No, not really. In fact, I find excessive tattoos unattractive, but I'm willing to make an exception if a person has other charms. Leland has them in spades-long hair, a baby face, a sunshine and bluebird personality, curiosity, and the ability to tie unsuspecting souls into Gordian knots of untold woe. Alas, he's unattainable, but I thank God that He gave me such a lovely creation to admire from afar.

In truth, there is no one type of man that flips my switches. I've liked and lusted after Latinos, Asians, Germans, people with long hair, short hair, or no hair, bodybuilders, pencil-necks, rockers and country boys. I dribble over Eric Szmanda, Sean Bean, Alan Rickman, William Petersen, and Gary Dourdan with equal fervor. Blake Shelton torques my bolts, but so does Dave Batista or Edge.

Apparently, all that's needed to catch my eye is a wang, and even that might be optional.

Oh, well, more eye candy for me.

By the way, has anyone seen the trailer for Flightplan? Sean Bean in a pilot's uniform...guh~thud~