Samuel L. Jackson at The Glamour Women of the Year Awards in London. (June 3, 2014) -Photo: Fame/Flynet, Getty, INFphoto, Pacific Coast News, Splash News, WENN
“Bitch, where’s my money!?”
If she confused him with Laurence Fishburne, he wouldn’t give a fuck.
*sings* ‘Cause women go crazy for a SHARP-DRESSED MAN *guitar solo*
Did she know he was the prize when she entered the competition?
Why would anyone think this was Laurence Fishburne? It’s clearly Rupaul.
Lemme use my invisible fishing pole to catch a ho.
So he didn’t decide to keep the clothes at the end of The Avengers.
Schawing-a-ding-ding, Imma gonna sex that bitch up until she feels like she’s been fucked by an entire smurf army.
I bet that tailor waited years and years to finally be able to make something will that bolt of baby blue and bolt of silk green material.
Gisele Bundchen’s Half-Nekkid Body Heating Things Up – Starpulse
Formal Frozone attire apparently.
“What’s in your wallet? Hopefully a magnum,
because I want to fuck you silly!!”
He looks like a hungry man approaching a buffet. Which I guess he is.
I have the same look on my face when I approach a beautiful woman.
You know my light saber isn’t the only thing that is long, throbbing with energy and purple?
Where did he get those shoes, Clark Griswold’s closet?
“My oh my…just LOOK at this tasty morsel of Caucasian pulchritude. I believe I will approach her thusly…”
“Hey glamorous laydeeeee !!!”
What good is fame and fortune if you can’t wear a turquoise suit, white shoes and bang models?
‘welll, well, well…’
‘I’m gon’ eat the pussy. eat the butt. eat every – mu’fuckin’- thing.’
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