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Well, sir, I ain't a for-real cowboy. But I am one helluva stud.


I read some nonsense the other day that noted thespian Hugh Jackman was chosen as "world's sexiest man" by some panel of know-nothing nincompoops. Hugh Jackman!?!?

Have they even seen Ezra?

Ignorant fools!!!

Comments

Megan said…
Idiots. They are idiots. Only we followers of The True Faith of Ezra really know what's up.
Miles McClagan said…
And he wouldn't make Viva Laughlin...
Sue said…
That clip of Ezra having his first bath sure beats the hell out of Spew Jackman showering in the Outback any day!!!
Jim Klenke said…
LOL, maybe next year.
You have thought that when your children are aware of the reality around them and see your blog, what do you think that they would say? Or when one of them has a girlfriend?
Anonymous said…
The tag 'sexy people' is funny and whoever follows it will be astonished to find sweet little Ezra. Perhaps he will be the sexiest man alive some time ;-)
Priyanka Khot said…
I agree with u.. Ezra any day beats the likes of Hugh Jackman
Kris McCracken said…
Megan, Miles, Sue, Jim and Priyanka, make sure you vote early and vote often in the next poll of sexy men!

MDP, oh yes I have thought about it. It's half the reason for doing it! Embarrassing your children is a parents job!

April, they'll be jealous, at the very least!
"Embarrassing your children is a parents job!"
You're right in this assertion. I have a child of 13 months and I do photographic montages with pictures that I do him.

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