If you’re like me, then you probably spent a good chunk of your day hooked up to an IV drip full of some mind-numbing shit while reading about the horrific shooting near UC Santa Barbara and watching the videos of that creepier and crazier Patrick Bateman going on about how he’s a gentlemen who can’t get laid. We could all use a seriously potent palate cleanser, so here’s panty cream-inducing picture after panty cream-inducing picture of freshly waxed, greased-up Irish hot piece Sheamus winning some fancy WWE belt after manhandling another hot piece at the O2 Arena in Dublin yesterday.
Sheamus is so greasy and so hairless and so white that he looks like a cracked open lobster tail. I’d hit it until I got third degree burns and I’d keep hitting it. You just want to sit on his face and you wouldn’t even care that your ass cheeks would be stained with the orange paint he colors his goatee with.
Yes, we all definitely needed this ginger palate cleanser today.