commented on my last entry about how she is not into H50, but wow, Scotty Caan with the well-fitted shirts. And see, my plan was to go get some soup (which SEEMS TO HAVE CURED MY ILLNESS HOORAY) and then come back and leave a bunch of Caan in a reply comment, but
. Thing is, Burro, who understands me in my soul, showed up right after I got back with the soup. "I hear you are not feeling well," he said. "Let us watch Ocean's 11."
SCOTTY CAAN FOREVER, YOU GUYS. SCOTTY CAAN OF EVERY VINTAGE. BB!SCOTTY CAAN, CRINKLY EYED!SCOTTY CAAN, ALL OF THE SCOTTY CAAN
. EVERYTHING IS SCOTTY AND NOTHING HURTS.
Point is, I am officially declaring it Scott Caan Appreciation Day here in this journal, and below the cut there are a bunch of pictures of him filling out those shirts. And filling out...the air around him...because hnnnng, hnnnnng, Christ
that man is pretty.
EYES PEELED, GUYS. IT'S SCOTTY TIME. ( I TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE HEART ATTACKS THE CONTENTS OF THIS POST MAY INDUCE. )
In conclusion: wheres_walnut
, Scott Caan is sexual napalm. I hope all is clear to you now.