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That's jus' got to be jelly, 'cos jam jus' don' shake like that

If you’re like me, and take pleasure in cruelly and insensitively laughing about other people looking stupid; you are sure to enjoy Sexy People, a website devoted (oddly enough), to photographs of sexy people. Here is a favourite of mine:

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Kitty said…
Whoa.
I went to that website and started scrolling down. The voice in my head screamed 'NO!!!'

and continuing to scroll down, I just couldn't believe it.

Egad!!!!
Miles McClagan said…
Ah, boy do I feel better about my awkward Scottish face...

Unless the picture of me with my spike is there...
Priyanka Khot said…
oh what fun visiting the website was. I am in office and was half afraid to open it.. hahahaha and woaaa it sure had some SEXY peole. lolz.. ahahha

nice post.

glad to know that the vaccination went well.
freefalling said…
So many favourites - so little time.
But I couldn't go past - Tom (july 31) - hubba hubba.
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, it is hard to look away, like a car crash.

Miles, other peoples misfortunes always make me feel better about myself.

Priyanka, I should have put “SFW”!

FF, who knew that there were so many sexy people going around? Tom is a spunkrat, I’ll grant you that.
essbdee said…
Thanks for visiting Buckingham Daily Photo If you hadn't I would have never followed you over here and seen your link for Sexy People.. for this I am forever indebted!

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