Some time ago max the Blonde Assassin noted that we’d gone for a very long time without a hot man around these parts (you’re telling me!) and so we resolved to take all steps necessary to rectify the situation ASAP and STAT, even.
And so it came to pass.
So to speak.
Say hello to Trent Reznor in an intimate moment (with grateful appreciations and sumptuous photocredits {don’t spend them all in one place} to the somewhat notorious AgentBedhead):
Trent Reznor performs a pre-show ritual
Not a bad angle, come to think of it.
Did you take that photo? :P Seriously, hot Shot!
Was he whistling?
Eew! No thanks. Why don’t men ever watch what they’re doing? No wonder the gents always stinks.
Gosh, Philipa, how do you know that?
“And so it came to pass”
I think you mixed up which end of the keyboard you were using – the “i” is on the right hand side – - -
Kidney stones.
Damn! Red Bull + rain = sticky keyboard and sprayed screen!
From what I hear your keyboard is ALWAYS sticky…as is the underside of your desk.
God, he looks downright bloody normal.
I still wonder exactly what Trent did when he realized this situation was being photographed.
Conceivably, he was occupied for at least a few moments after the perpetrator left the room.
He should have just turned around and gotten the camera wet. He could always have said, “no, it’s just foreshortened because of the angle.”
Oh dear. Talk about a compromising situation.
That could have ended badly.
Especially since Trent started pumping iron!
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