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I believe it is customary for the thread's instigator to set the blue balls rolling by identifying hir own object of lust first, no?
There's not a lot of time to cast my lustful thoughts beyond a naked Hindu Lovegod, asleep in the South London sun these past few mornings, but when I have the time, I find I am in love with Ron Weasley, all over again, but strangely attracted too to gnarly testosterone-charged Harry, for the first time.
Adam Macey, serene and saintly globetrotting farmer and Nancy boy on The Archers. Mmmm, those warm, custardy, public school vowels...
Looking forward to that Colin Farrell in sandals and a breast plate. Not to mention Eric Bana in similar Greek attire, Incredibly Hulky too.
Only then will the potent, lingering afterglow of Wolverine finally fade until X3 spurts onto our screens.
And there's Mohammed the Moroccan domestic, who wore a tight t-shirt today that did wonders for his pumped pecs. But he's in the "next door neighbour's girlfriend's cousin" bracket, so I shall get my jizz-stained coat... |
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