If you are a card carrying member of The S.A.L.T., then you better put on your anti-masturbation gloves right now and run far far away from this post! Because the sight and smell (yeah, the co-worker next to you didn’t burp and queef again) of Dreamboat Doherty will send a shot of lust straight to your loins that even God can’t control. That burning itching down below needs to be scratched. If only RID made lube.
It’s been a while since Dlisted’s genital warts flared up for Dreamy, but here he is (with enough shit under his nails to start his own ant farm) peeking at all of the action outside of a court house in London during George Michael’s sentencing. Whenever Dreamy misses the days of getting yelled at by a judge, he drives up to a court house to get his fix. This is his porn. You can tell, because his cracked out eyes are so wide that even STAINS is telling him to calm down.
And now, I’ll leave the two of you alone. And I’ll also place a call to the exterminator, because you totally have bed bugs now.