When forced to name a male celebrity that might be capable of making me swoon, I can't come up with the typical Brad Pitt or other standbys.
I pick John Cusack.



This drives Mr. Burns batty.
The other night Sting came up in conversation and Mr. Burns... fully bewildered asked, "What is it with women and Sting?"
I don't know. He's just hot.
"Why"
He just oozes sex appeal. It can't be explained.
"I don't get it." says Mr. Burns.
Well then, I say... What is it with men and Shania Twain?
He looks at me.
"I know. " I say. "Shania Twain is smoking hot."
The other night Sting came up in conversation and Mr. Burns... fully bewildered asked, "What is it with women and Sting?"
I don't know. He's just hot.
"Why"
He just oozes sex appeal. It can't be explained.
"I don't get it." says Mr. Burns.
Well then, I say... What is it with men and Shania Twain?
He looks at me.
"I know. " I say. "Shania Twain is smoking hot."
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