For those who know me might know my weakness. Pretty boys. Sadly I think it’s an illness for me. This world is producing too many pretty boys but why o why can’t I have one and keep it inside my pocket. Why? Why? Why? I want one. I mean, just one of those fair, clean shaven with nice haircut that I can bring round inside my pocket. Just one or two, it doesn’t hurt. Whenever I see pretty boys I’ll go all smiley and go jovial. They make my day.
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