...that you are one sexy beast of a man. I have followed your career on and off ever since I first laid eyes on you on NBC's "3rd Rock from the Sun." I loved you in "(500) Days of Summer," and you were looking especially fine in "Inception." In short, I wouldn't throw you out of bed for eating crackers. In fact, I wouldn't throw you out of bed at all. EVER.
Honestly? If you and I were the last two people on the face of this earth, I would compromise all of my morals and take one for Team Humanity and have relations of biblically epic proportions with you (See, Sarah Palin? I made up a word too! "Biblically" isn't recognized by a spell check. I'm on my way to becoming the next Shakespeare!). If I suddenly found out that you needed a surrogate mother for your first-born? I'd offer my womb - no questions asked. In fact, I believe that you are just the man who could take Number Twenty-Three's place as the man who could make all the members of a Nativity scene weep. I also believe that you could sail more than 1,001 ships (Sorry, Number Twenty-Three. Hopefully we can still be friends?).
So Joseph? If you're down with brown, please please please do me a favor and find me. Please.



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