What the patrons don't know is that we librarians have our own secret little tree in the back room. It's called the Hottie Tree. We're all supposed to print out a color picture of the hunky celebrity we like best and hang it on the tree. There have been a wide variety of hotties, from Clark Gable to Johnny Depp to Liberace (I really hope that was a joke).
Here's my addition:
(what would a free man do?)
Now the Hottie Tree is smokin'.
8 comments:
I don't make a habit of swooning, but I've been known to make exceptions. He's one.
Y'know, if I had hair, and a beard, and a chiseled chest, and extensive plastic surgery I'd look just like that...
um....Jay? So would I.
I used to look like that, but I got tired of women crawling all over me and doing crude things with my photos, so I got plastic surgery to look like your average pudgy lesbian.
Lydia, my favorite above average lesbian - this is a 1st! You, complaining about women crawling all over you? Are you feeling okay?
Looking like that isn't all it's cracked up to be. I have to take a lot of shit from Persians.
This...is...Willoughbeeeee
let's think for a moment...women I don't know, who may not have bathed in months...tooth count unknown...marital status questionable...in general, women are scary. then again, it may be because I dated the crazy ones before getting lucky
I used to look like him, but my hair fell out, my beard went gray, and my six-pack abs turned into a keg...
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