you can be my court jester anytime... if you know what i mean
I dropped $40 this weekend, all in the name of Dextre. What is it about this man that makes me want to rip those tights off? Is it the nomadic nature of his job? Is it his fantastic smile and amazingly tight pants? His bad jokes and homosexual innuendos I can't help but laugh at? His mustache and disposition for doing amazingly stupid stunts with explosives and chainsaws? Can't. Quite. Put. My finger. On it.
Maybe it has something to do with this...
Or this...
Dextre Tripp, it feels so wrong, but I adore thee. I would quit my life and be your roadie. If only you were to ask it of me.
4 comments:
Ohh Dextre, how I love thee. :-)
Damn. Those are some tight pants.
Ooooh...I love the one with the fan. He's so dreamy.
(The pants are still distracting.)
Hey, I know I'm a year and a half late, but I love this blog! It's SO funny. Dextre is my fiance, and you're right, he's totally dreamy. I have to post this anon. because I don't have a username, but I'm Jayna Lee.
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