orian Hamilton, bodybuilder, pictured, pushes all of my buttons. He's the definition of masculinity, IMO. Muscles all over, obviously, and a strong, stunning face. I love that close-cropped beard of his. Even fully clothed, he's an insta-boner.
So, here we are. It's a Friday; everyone is trying to figure out how we're going to deal with the Brexit; the stock markets around the world have made it clear that investors are nervous about all this. I think I'll give Dorian Hamilton a call. I don't think he plays for the "Fudgepackers" team, but just sitting across the table from him, watching him eat those pancakes would make me feel a lot better, my 401k notwithstanding.
Others of you are wondering, but Seanny! Where've you been all week? And what about the results of last week's poll? And for that matter, where's THIS week's poll? Our voices must needs be heard!
I know you're wondering all of that. I just know.
Well, for starters, Mr. Trololo and I decided to grab a few cocktails after the party last Friday night, and well... one thing led to another... and the next thing I knew, it was Monday morning and I was waking up in his penthouse, and... well....
Suffice it to say, the look on Lupé's face (the housekeeper) when she came in to change the sheets and caught Mr. Trololo and me in a "compromising" position... it was priceless. (I had never guessed how limber those Russians can be!) Were you aware how hawt Mr. T is when he sings and smiles like that? Well, just imagine resting an ear on his fuzzy chest and feeling the resonance of his voice reverberating through your own body as he sings! (Yayayayayaaaaaaa Ohohohohoh...) Talk about insta-boner!*
Anyway, it took me a few days to collect myself, unruffle my shirt with a harrumph, and get back to Wanker's Corner. (Portland can be such a cold city.)
That answers where I've been all week. Regarding the results of last week's poll, please know this: You can ALWAYS see results (both real-time as the poll is going on, and final results once the poll is closed) by clicking on the READER'S POLLS link in the menu at the top of the right margin. In fact, try it now! Try it! Do!
Now, by the time I post this post (was that redundant?), I'll also have a link up to the aforementioned POLL page with this weekend's poll. I'm bright that way. So TakeIt.
OMG. I just realized how heinously long today's post is gonna be. 'Cuz, like, I haven't even started telling you the stuff I'm going to start telling you now:
First, the CWS will excuse me if I appear slightly depressed over the next few months. It's summer, which means happiness, right? Yeah. I'm happy it's summer (sorry, to my CWSs in the Southern Hemisphere). Yet, summer also means: Reruns. I only get depressed over one show when it goes into reruns: "Ellen." That's another reason, actually, I didn't post this week. Most of the week (after I got home from my rendezvous with Mr. T.) I spent in bed, wallowing, whimpering, and lamenting that my Ellen was gone. It was the definition of tragedy (you know, as in literature tragedy).
BUT: I was prompted out of my Ellen withdrawal because of the excitement over the debut of my newest series: "THE HYPERMALES." Be sure to check back tomorrow (Saturday), because episode/chapter One will be up then. If you like muscle fantasy. You're gonna love "The Hypermales" in an instant! I just know.