For a time there I had thought myself devoid of all passion. No naughty dreams of forbidden trysts helped me pass the 8 hours of recommended sleep time. My nights were dull, both in reality and imaginary.
Then, on Perez Hilton's blog, I saw posted a picture of the most beautiful but still manly creature that inhabits this planet – Hugh Jackman. The broad shoulders, those arms, that face… THE CHEST HAIR.
-Oh my God! The chest hair!
Allow me to curl my fingers in it and I would have touched something more fine than spun gold.
-Oh my God!
But I shall not, for Hugh is married with a family. Such a happy thing for him causes such pain for me. I would not seek to break up that union because that would crush the gentlemanly view I have of Hugh. I can only sigh and think - had I been but born earlier and born in Australia that man could have been mine.
-Oh my God!
Blood does not pump through Hugh's veins – Testosterone does.
Hugh should be given much orange juice and sent to the blood bank weekly… he would save so many men.
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Oh Hugh...
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