Today's post goes out to my girl Heather, who apparently has an ever-lasting and totally serious crush on the sexy man-beast known as Rod Stewart. Or, as I like to refer to him, The Rod. And it isn't surprising given how, um, attractive he is. How obviously and clearly attractive he is.
Ooh, Rod, you saucy little elf. Peering over your ray-bans at me like that, giving me the shivering goosebumps with your best come-hither expression that you've no doubt spent hours perfecting in the mirror. Well played, The Rod, well played. You're not creepy at all.
You've never looked finer, Rod, never finer. Dear god how I hope this is his official portrait above his fire place. Because you just know he has a huge portrait of himself on his mantle. And this needs to be it.
I hear ya, piglet. I think it might have something to do with those winsome eyebrows, feathered mullet, and tiny legs. They get me every time.
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