And, lo, did I stare into the butt of such beauty that it felt as if the weeping, love-filled eyes of the Lord Christ Jesus himself were staring back at me and whispering, “Dude, why are you thinking about a naked guy on a cross while staring at Kate Beckinsale‘s ass? You have mental problems.”
And so it was written.
[Ed. Note: It was either this or "Gotdamn, dat British vampire butt make my stake all wooden." My life is one tough decision after the other.]
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