November 16, 2009


I thought I was pretty classy when it came to checking guys out, but there's a picture on our local bar's website where my jaw is open and my eyes are bugging like the wolf in old Tex Avery cartoons. Even more embarrassing is that the guy I was checking out was cropped in half and lit awkwardly, and not nearly at hot as he is in real life.

It's one thing not to have tact, but having no tact and no taste, that's just pathetic.

(Picture of Robert Buckley via Hunk du Jour)
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.