Here’s Tom Hardy looking like a trailer trash daddy chasing his pregnant wife’s fuck piece after catching them raw boning on the kitchenette counter and he’s only mad because they drank his last can of Schlitz and smoked his last Doral. I know, he’s never ever looked this panty creaming hot before. Tom got into a pair of boxers and put on a derpy rage face to shoot a campaign for Stand Up To Cancer in London. I’m staring at Tom Hardy’s bulge and thinking that he isn’t really standing up to cancer like he should. Get the fluffer! And I hope that this is the beginning of Stand Up To Cancer’s “Boners Against Cancer” campaign and I can’t wait to see The Hammaconda strike a pose for it.
Tom Hardy looks like he smells like the floor of a biker bar men’s bathroom and the under-fingernail gunk of a hobo, but I still would. He’s the kind who’d spit in his palm if you told him you didn’t bring any lube with you. Swoon.