How, in the name of Moses himself... does this woman get to sleep with this man. LOOK at the hands. LOOK AT THE MOTHER HUMPING HANDS!!!?? I mean, clearly, I've made some real real piss poor choices when it comes to bedmates... but seriously? What are these things? They are things nightmares are made of. That's it Rob...I toil for your affections no more.
p.s. I want my CK boyshorts back.
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