I don’t even know why I’m typing words here, because I’m sure that as soon as you saw the name “Jon Hamm,” your eyeballs shot out of their sockets cartoon-style and slapped against the screen to see if the Hammaconda made an appearance in this post.
After the skinny Fred Flinstone cried and whined to Rolling Stone about how all of us sucio pervs need to take our eyes off of his dick, I figured he was going to tuck it tight between his legs since nobody is really looking at his ass and wouldn’t notice his new wiggling tail. But nope, the Hammaconda is still free. Jon Hamm went for a walk with his Hammaconda, his partner Jennifer Westfeldt and his dog Cora in Los Angeles today. Cora is either sedated as shit or she’s gone through some serious training, because most dogs would mistake the Hammaconda for a weasel riding a weasel and attack that bitch.