The guy is a bit too young, but this photo just gets to me. I don't know if it's the quality of his skin, or that perfect little mouth or just the bright, shiny colours, but I can't stop looking at it.
Dude, I'm sorry about that! But you can understand my confusion. This is my first day at this dude ranch, and they told me I would be riding the stallion in the barn. So when I saw you, I obviously assumed...
After a couple of years of modeling, Josh has landed his first movie role. We see him here in his role in the movie version of WHERE'S WALDO? where he plays the Evil Waldo whose white stripes are black, who doesn't wear glasses, and who refuses to hide for some reason.
No, I probably won't be seeing it either.
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I'm not proud of this, but a couple of days ago I awoke from a dream where I was torturing Nick Jonas, assisted by Becky from Glee, but Becky was dressed as the tap-dancing Bee Girl from that Blind Melon video.
I hope I finish this prescription off soon.
On the other hand, I haven't laughed so much over one of my own titles in a long time.
Sharpie Boys has decided to augment its remarkable display of twink beauty by introducing a series called HOT, Hot Over Thirty.
The first installment features Justin Hartley, who is on my short list of test candidates should my cloning research continue to go well.
I'm looking forward to seeing who's next.
I'm frequently angered by the right-wing closet cases in Congress who vote against giving homosexuals the same rights as people while paying male prostitutes screwing their frat boy Congressional pages.
But this time they did something right by adding Justin Hartley to the list of American men who are never allowed to wear a shirt.
This boy who totally ruined my lawn last year. Not because he did anything wrong really. It's mostly because I made him come mow it at least once a day all summer, and eventually the grass died because it had had enough.