Bucho, you are as dreamy as 12-pack of robotic pedophiles in a capsule of razors. As funny as sack of greased museum curators on drugs. When I look at you, I’m as giddy as a swarm of lesbian stay-at-home moms on an active volcano.
But our friend Lark here clearly has your eye. When he posts you get as creamy as three half-naked cancer patients in some Sith lightning.