So, before I get lost in Holiday Mania and actually complete a task on my To Do List, how about a little Fratboy Friday?
Here are this week's...
BOYS IN CAPS
Once again, Rob over at Seduced by the New... sent me a pic of a boy that I had no choice but to post in Fratboy Friday.
Look at that boy. When they have arms the size of trees and pecs that could double as helipads, I assume everything else is anatomically similar. All that helps me overlook the fact that he has his hands behind his back because he just evolved an opposable thumb.
If he drives a pickup truck and has a Southern accent, I just might have to start stalking him.
Football Toys? Sure.
Pencil Sketch of Jesus? Ummm... okay...
Feathery Angel Wings? Okay, what the fuck?
Let's just stare at the abs. Otherwise, we need the CSI team to decipher all these friggin' clues.
MOONERSI've never been tempted to pick up hitchhikers, but this... this would make me pull over.
This would make me do a lot of things, but "pull over" would start it all out.
DAMN, I WAS SO DRUNK LAST NIGHT
No other picture in the history of God and Man has ever fully depicted the "Damn, I Was So Drunk Last Night" phenomenon quite like this one.
It's the age old story. Boy meets boy. Boy invites boy over to watch the big game. Boy strips down to his FTL's and downs a Bud Light. Boy wakes up hours later and remembers dreaming that he had a bit part in a sci fi movie where he kept saying one line over and over...
"The anal probe. The anal probe."
Maybe I should start drinking Bud Light. Hmmm...