At Mad Men’s presentation at PaleyFest in L.A. two nights ago, nipples tingled, b-holes puckered and pussy lips fluttered when Jon Hamm and Vincent Kartheiser shared a beautiful moment together on the red carpet. It’s like the most beautiful portrait at the Sterling Cooper & Partners prom. If Batman and Robin became sleazy, alcoholic, neurotic ad men circa the 1960s and fell in love, this is what it would look like. Anna Wintour needs to eat her bob, because this is what the cover of Vogue’s April issue should’ve been.
The look on Vincent Kartheiser’s is pure bliss. He looks like Kanye looking at Kanye. He doesn’t want to be anywhere else. With Jon Hamm’s arms around him, he’s looking up into the sky and staring at tiny cherubs frolicking on a pink cloud while singing an acoustic version of “I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight.” Vincent K doesn’t even care that his ass is that close to the hungry, hungry Hammaconda. He’s thinking to himself, “Yes, I know that when Jon Hamm hugs you from behind, you usually end up with a popped prostate, a broke-open ass canal and internal organs covered with bite marks, but I don’t care. Hold me, Jon Hamm! Hold me!”