Matt the Miller Man hooked us up with some sneak preview tickets to see “Casino Royale” last night, and let me tell you, it was worth every sweet penny I didn’t spend to see it.
Daniel. Craig. So. Effing. Hot. I couldn’t talk when he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Literally. Me. Not talking. There were no words. I am officially over Collin Farrell.
Daniel Craig polishes his shoes with the likes of Collin Farrell. I couldn’t sleep last night for the visions of Daniel Craig I couldn’t get out of my head. Daniel. Daniel. Daniel. Daniel. Daniel. Daniel. I now love the letter D more than any other letter, even R.
I’ve seen my share of naked foreigners, and Daniel Craig is by far the nakedest foreigner ever. The only thing we didn’t see was the goods. I’m convinced anyway. Goods or no goods, Daniel Craig is It. I hope he Googles himself and reads this and leaves comments. I don’t even care that he’s blond.
I liked the movie too.
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