All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.

Yesterday evening I spoke about my surprise, frustration, anger, and eventual grief over the frankly disgusting decision to award "world's sexiest man" to Hugh "friend of Dorothy" Jackman at the expense of the Sultan of Studliness, Ezra.

In this vein, I'd also like to stake a claim for ~~Dame Judi Dench~~ hunky Hank. Born on the cusp of Libra and Scorpio, Henry likes long walks on the beach, Elmo, grapes and the sultry tones of Marvin Gaye.

If you're interested, leave your number in the comments section, and I will pass it on to the lad himself. Be warned though, he is very picky. Unless you bring muffins.

Comments

Priyanka Khot said…

Me, Me... I... I... top the list... hurrahhh!!!

:D

5 December 2008 at 18:44

Priyanka Khot said…

and i promise to bring a huge cake with chocolate icing that drips and promises to make a mess...

5 December 2008 at 18:47

Kris McCracken said…

Priyakna, Henry could make a mess playing with a marble!

8 December 2008 at 11:03

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This will hurt me...

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