Well I’m home on New Year’s Eve with an unhappy and unwell child. The rest of the staff are out, partying themselves blind while my house smells like kid-vomit, so spare me your moaning about the lack of sexy new olilolo content.
I know it’s what you want.
I know it’s what you need.
We all YEARN for it… but until next year you’re going to have to wait.
January 1st, 2010 at 10:18
My goodness – he’s at once slightly menacing and yet coquettish.
I can’t look away…